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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unnamed Lands</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NATIONS ten thousand years before These States, and many times ten<br> thousand years before These States;<br> Garner'd clusters of ages, that men and women like us grew up and<br> travel'd their course, and pass'd on;<br> What vast-built cities--what orderly republics--what pastoral tribes<br> and nomads;<br> What histories, rulers, heroes, perhaps transcending all others;<br> What laws, customs, wealth, arts, traditions;<br> What sort of marriage--what costumes--what physiology and phrenology;<br> What of liberty and slavery among them--what they thought of death<br> and the soul;<br> Who were witty and wise--who beautiful and poetic--who brutish and<br> undevelop'd;<br> Not a mark, not a record remains--And yet all remains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O I know that those men and women were not for nothing, any more than<br> we are for nothing;   10<br> I know that they belong to the scheme of the world every bit as much<br> as we now belong to it, and as all will henceforth belong to<br> it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Afar they stand--yet near to me they stand,<br> Some with oval countenances, learn'd and calm,<br> Some naked and savage--Some like huge collections of insects,<br> Some in tents--herdsmen, patriarchs, tribes, horsemen,<br> Some prowling through woods--Some living peaceably on farms,<br> laboring, reaping, filling barns,<br> Some traversing paved avenues, amid temples, palaces, factories,<br> libraries, shows, courts, theatres, wonderful monuments.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Are those billions of men really gone?<br> Are those women of the old experience of the earth gone?<br> Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us?  20<br> Did they achieve nothing for good, for themselves?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I believe of all those billions of men and women that fill'd the<br> unnamed lands, every one exists this hour, here or elsewhere,<br> invisible to us, in exact proportion to what he or she grew<br> from in life, and out of what he or she did, felt, became,<br> loved, sinn'd, in life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I believe that was not the end of those nations, or any person of<br> them, any more than this shall be the end of my nation, or of<br> me;<br> Of their languages, governments, marriage, literature, products,<br> games, wars, manners, crimes, prisons, slaves, heroes, poets,<br> I suspect their results curiously await in the yet unseen<br> world--counterparts of what accrued to them in the seen world.<br> I suspect I shall meet them there,<br> I suspect I shall there find each old particular of those unnamed<br> lands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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