Authors: Lorine Niedecker
All spans dissever,
Wherefore we, for instance, recuperate
no grief to modulate
no grief to modulate
Wherefore we, Free instance
The Christmas cacophony
one word to another,
sound of gilt trailing the world
slippers to presume,
postludes, homicles, sweet tenses
imbecile and corrupt,—
failing the whirled, trailing the whirlled
This great eventual heyday
to plenty the hour thereof,
fidelius.
Heyday! Hey-day! Hey-day!
I fade the color of my wine
that an afternoon might live
foiled with shine and brittle
I fade the color of my wine
Harmony in Egypt,
representative birthday.
Christ what a destiny
What a destiny's Christ's, Christ!
NEXT YEAR OR I FLY MY ROUNDS TEMPESTUOU
Wade all life / backward to its / source which / runs too far / ahead.
The satisfactory / emphasis is on / revolving. / Don't send / steadily; after / you know me / I'll be no one.
To give / heat is within / the control of / every human / being.
If you circle / the habit of / your meaning, / it's fact and / no harm / done.
Laymen / due to the stars / around 1910 and / erudition even / sat backwards / on diaphrams / kept for the / female so / long without / flowers.
You will / arrange to / better me when / the pastry / comes and / cherries are / such double- / days.
Her under- / standing of him / is more touch- / ing than intelli- / gent; he holds / her knees with- / out her knowing / how she's boned.
I can always / go back to / fertilization, / kimonos, wrap- / arounds and / diatribes.
For so long one / has seen nothing / to be really anxious / about—it's always / just a flower in / the buttonhole, / but insipid con- / nections count / for a day- / tomorrow is / the fairest.
Don't worry / about the comma, / darling, nobody / ekes out a more / facile distend—/ bathroom / luxury.
Dali's “Archeological / Reminiscence of / Millet's Angelus” / Strike a thrall. / Bring an ear- / drum up to a / laughing order / at spittle point. / For tipped aurals / and aluminum / casticulars.