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


The dreamlike shadows with which life is mixed, But it
will be too late; and I will return, silently I wandered lonely as a cloud
will advance swiftly in familiar illusion
Along the margin of a
bay, I will turn, I will see the miracle complete
They stretched in never-ending line
that I've already walked for the very last time
There must be someone whose almighty rule
A host, of golden daffodils
Perhaps one morning walking in dry glassy
air Then, as on a screen, trees houses hills
unaware of the secret limits I obey
Of the streets that fade in the setting sun
causes this hidden order to be fixed
And twinkle on the milky way
When all at once I saw a crowd
me, with a drunkard's terror
there must be one (which one, I can't say)
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
someone who weaves and then unravels
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance



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