11.
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?
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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.