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