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


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



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