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


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



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