Tape Mark 3
A version of Tape Mark 1, by Nanni Balestrini


Nothingness at my shoulder, the void behind, Along the
margin of a bay They stretched in never-ending line
that I've already walked for the very last time
me, with a drunkard's
terror, Of the streets that fade in the setting sun
causes this hidden order to be fixed
A host, of golden daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
But it will be too late; and I will return, silently
I will turn, I will see the miracle
complete someone who weaves and then unravels
Continuous as the stars that shine
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance
And twinkle on the milky way
There must be someone whose almighty rule
to men who do not look back, with my secret
the dreamlike shadows with which life is mixed
unaware of the secret limits I obey
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
When all at once I saw a crowd
Then, as on a screen, trees houses hills
will advance swiftly in familiar illusion



Tape Mark 3 is a variation of Nanni Balestrini's Tape Mark 1
The verses of this poem are composed by the first two strophes of the following poems:
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth;
Perhaps One Morning Walking by Montale;
Limits by Jorge Luis Borges;


The source code is here and it was originally written by Wayne Clements