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By Lorine Niedecker

Nothing worth noting

except an 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


*


Fog-thick morning—

I see only

where I now walk. I carry

            my clarity

with me.


*


Hear

where her snow-grave is

the You

            ah you

of mourning doves


Lorine Niedecker, “Linnaeus in Lapland” from Collected Works, edited by Jenny Penberthy, Copyright © 2002 Regents of the University of California. Published by University of California Press.

Source: Collected Works (University of California Press, 2004)

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Poet Bio

Lorine Niedecker
Niedecker was born in Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin, and lived in this wilderness area for most of her life. She lived a quiet life far removed from the professional poetry world, where she wrote hundreds of poems remarkable for their loving observation of nature and delicate musicality. Ever increasing in popularity, her finely-honed verse speaks to readers in a delightful, distinctive voice.

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[I married]

I married

in the world’s black night
for warmth
                  if not repose.
                  At the close—
someone.

I hid with him
from the long range guns.
                  We lay leg
                  in the cupboard, head
in closet.

A slit of light
at no bird dawn—
                  Untaught
                  I thought
he drank

too much.
I say
                  I married
                  and lived unburied.
I thought—

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