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


They stretched in never-ending line, will advance
swiftly in familiar illusion there must be one (which one, I can't say)
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance
A host, of golden
daffodils, unaware of the secret limits I obey
I will turn, I will see the miracle complete
And twinkle on the milky way
the dreamlike shadows with which life is mixed
Of the streets that fade in the setting sun
nothingness at my shoulder, the void
behind Along the margin of a bay
Then, as on a screen, trees houses hills
Perhaps one morning walking in dry glassy air
to men who do not look back, with my secret
There must be someone whose almighty rule
me, with a drunkard's terror
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
causes this hidden order to be fixed
I wandered lonely as a cloud
But it will be too late; and I will return, silently
Continuous as the stars that shine
Beside the lake, beneath the trees



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