Tag: lorine niedecker
My other country
Wilderness
by Lorine NiedeckerYou are the man
You are my other country
and I find it hard goingYou are the prickly pear
You are the sudden violent stormthe torrent to raise the river
to float the wounded doe
Swedenborg
Well he saw man created according
to the motion of the elements. He located
the soul: in the blood. Retired
at last—to a house where he paid
window-tax (for increasing the light!).
Lived simply. Gardened. Saw visions.
-Lorine Neidecker, page 226 of Collected Works
A brief poem by Lorine Niedecker
Fall
We must pull
the curtains
—
we haven’t any
leaves
In a 1962 letter to Cid Corman, [Lorine] Niedecker reflects as follows on her writing process:
“For me the sentences lie in wait—all those prepositions and connectives—like an early spring flood.
file under poems with mentions of my namesake
Little Bristling Soul 