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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.

12.

Ages and ages, returning at intervals,
Undestroyed, wandering immortal,
Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly
sweet,
I, chanter of Adamic songs,
Through the new garden, the West, the great cities,
calling,
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering
these, offering myself,
Bathing myself, bathing my songs in sex,
Offspring of my loins.

13.

O Hymen! O hymenee!
Why do you tantalize me thus?
O why sting me for a swift moment only?
Why can you not continue? O why do you now
cease?
Is it because, if you continued beyond the swift
moment, you would soon certainly kill me?

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