Wednesday, May 12, 2021

LORINE NIEDECKER ~

 



HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LORINE !

In Scotland they remember you!





LORINE NIEDECKER ~

 





My friend tree

I sawed you down

but I must attend

an older friend

the sun








You are my friend —

you bring me peaches

and the high bush cranberry

                        you carry

my fishpole


you water my worms

you patch my boot

with your mending kit

                        nothing in it

but my hand








Paul    

         when the leaves

                  fall


from their stems

          that lie thick

                   on the walk


in the light

          of the full note

                     the moon


playing

          to leaves

                       when they leave


the little

           thin things

                        Paul








I knew a clean man

but he was not for me.

Now I sew green aprons

over covered seats.  He


wades the muddy water fishing,

falls in, dries his last pay-check

in the sun, smooths it out

in Leaves of Grass.  He's

the one for me.








Remember my little granite pail?

The handle of it was blue.

Think what's got away in my life —

Was enough to carry me thru.



_________________________________


Lorine Niedecker

from The Granite Pail

Gnomon Press, 1995

reprinted by permission of Bob Arnold

Literary Executor for the estate of Lorine Niedecker


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LORINE


photograph above:

Lorine Niedecker playing the ukelele near the Rock River as a young woman.

Hoard Historical Museum.