Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 8. Unnamed Land

Nations ten thousand years before these States, and many times ten
      thousand years before these States,
Garner'd clusters of ages that men and women like us grew up and
      travel'd their course and pass'd on,
What vast-built cities, what orderly republics, what pastoral tribes
      and nomads,
What histories, rulers, heroes, perhaps transcending all others,
What laws, customs, wealth, arts, traditions,
What sort of marriage, what costumes, what physiology and phrenology,
What of liberty and slavery among them, what they thought of death
      and the soul,
Who were witty and wise, who beautiful and poetic, who brutish and
      undevelop'd,
Not a mark, not a record remains—and yet all remains.

O I know that those men and women were not for nothing, any more
      than we are for nothing,
I know that they belong to the scheme of the world every bit as much
      as we now belong to it.

Afar they stand, yet near to me they stand,
Some with oval countenances learn'd and calm,
Some naked and savage, some like huge collections of insects,
Some in tents, herdsmen, patriarchs, tribes, horsemen,
Some prowling through woods, some living peaceably on farms,
      laboring, reaping, filling barns,
Some traversing paved avenues, amid temples, palaces, factories,
      libraries, shows, courts, theatres, wonderful monuments.
Are those billions of men really gone?
Are those women of the old experience of the earth gone?
Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us?
Did they achieve nothing for good for themselves?

I believe of all those men and women that fill'd the unnamed lands,
      every one exists this hour here or elsewhere, invisible to us.
In exact proportion to what he or she grew from in life, and out of
      what he or she did, felt, became, loved, sinn'd, in life.

I believe that was not the end of those nations or any person of
      them, any more than this shall be the end of my nation, or of me;
Of their languages, governments, marriage, literature, products,
      games, wars, manners, crimes, prisons, slaves, heroes, poets,
I suspect their results curiously await in the yet unseen world,
      counterparts of what accrued to them in the seen world,
I suspect I shall meet them there,
I suspect I shall there find each old particular of those unnamed lands.

1. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 38. That Shadow My Likeness
2. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 28. Offerings
3. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 35. How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865]
4. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 17. A Christmas Greeting
5. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 8. A Riddle Song

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