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


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



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