In The New Garden In All The Parts

Walt Whitman

   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.

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