By Lorine Niedecker
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.
我以为,
Lorine Niedecker, “[I married]” fromCollected 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, 2002)
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