Showing posts with label Lorine NIedecker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lorine NIedecker. Show all posts

Thursday, September 22, 2011

City Talk (Excerpt) -- Lorine Niedecker










II.

I’m good forpeople?—
penetrating?—ifyou mean

I’m rottinghere—
I’m analewife

the fish theseagull
has no tastefor

I die alongthe shore
and send abad smell in

Aspraiseworthy

The power ofbreathing (Epictetus)
while we sleep.  Add:
to move theparts of the body
withoutsound

and to float 
on a smooth green stream

in a silent boat









Thursday, July 21, 2011

Plover













I was the solitary plover
a pencil
        for a wing-bone
From the secret notes
I must tilt

upon the pressure
execute and adjust
      In us sea-air rhythm
"We live by the urgent wave
of the verse"








Lorine Niedecker, From Paean to Place (!968), included in Collected Works (ed. Jenny Penberthy), Berkeley, University of California Press, 2002

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Linnaeus in Lapland (1957) -- Lorine Niedecker










Nothing worth noting
except and Andromeda
with quadrangular shoots--
              the boots
of the people

wet inside:  they must swim
to church thru the floods
or be taxed--the blossoms
             from the bosoms
of the leaves








Saturday, July 9, 2011

J.F. Kennedy After the Bay of Pigs (Lorine Niedecker, 1967)









To stand up

black-marked tulip
not snapped by the storm
"I've been duped by the experts"

--and walk
the South Lawn





Thursday, June 30, 2011

Mergansers (Poem)









Mergansers
       fans

             on their heads

Thoughts on things
      fold unfold
             above the river beds







Poem by: Lorine Niedecker (1967)

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

When Ecstasy Is Inconvenient (Lorine Niedecker,1931)










Feign a great calm;
all gay transport soon ends.
Chant: who knows--
flight's end or flight's beginning
for the resting gull?

Heart, be still.
Say there is money but it rusted;
say the time of moon is not right for escape.
It's the color of the lower sky
too broadly suffused
or the wind in my tie.

Know amazedly how
often one takes his madness
into his own hands 
and keeps it.




Wednesday, March 2, 2011

T.E. Lawrence by Lorine Niedecker








T.E. Lawrence


How impossible it is

to be alone

the one thing humanity

    has never really

moved towards





From Lorine Niedecker, Collected Works (ed. Jenny Penberthy), Berkeley, University of California Press, 2002