IN the new garden, in all the parts,
In cities now, modern, I wander,
Though the second or third result, or still further, primitive yet,
Days, places, indifferent-though various, the same,
Time, Paradise, the Mannahatta, the prairies, finding me unchanged,
Death indifferent-Is it that I lived long since? Was I buried very long ago?
For all that, I may now be watching you here, this moment;
For the future, with determined will, I seek-the woman of the future,
You, born years, centuries after me, I seek.
(Walt Whitman)
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