In moonlight lies
the river passing—
it's not quiet
and it's not laughing.
I'm not young
and I'm not free
but I've a house of my own
by a willow tree.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
What horror to awake at night
and in the dimness see the light.
Time is white
mosquitoes bite
I've spent my life on nothing.
The thought that stings. How are you, Nothing,
sitting around with Something's wife.
Buzz and burn
is all I learn
I've spent my life on nothing.
I've pillowed and padded, pale and puffing
lifting household stuffing—
carpets, dishes
benches, fishes
I've spent my life in nothing.
Poems by Lorine Niedecker are from the book "Lorine Niedecker: Collected Works"
edited by Jenny Penberthy, published by the University of California Press, 2002
used with permission by the University of California Press.
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