Lorine Niedecker Poems

My friend tree
I sawed you down
but I must attend
an older friend
...

Grandfather
advised me:
Learn a trade
...

Nothing worth noting
except an Andromeda
with quadrangular shoots—
the boots
...

You are my friend-
you bring me peaches
and the high bush cranberry
...

What horror to awake at night
and in the dimness see the light.
Time is white
...

And the place
was water

Fish
fowl
...