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


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



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