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


Beside the lake, beneath the trees, to men
who do not look back, with my secret They stretched in never-ending line
I wandered lonely as a cloud
there must be one (which one, I can't
say), Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
me, with a drunkard's terror
And twinkle on the milky way
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
A host, of golden daffodils
I will turn, I will see the miracle
complete Perhaps one morning walking in dry glassy air
that I've already walked for the very last time
unaware of the secret limits I obey
will advance swiftly in familiar illusion
But it will be too late; and I will return, silently
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
Along the margin of a bay
nothingness at my shoulder, the void behind
Continuous as the stars that shine
Then, as on a screen, trees houses hills
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance
someone who weaves and then unravels
There must be someone whose almighty rule



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