Niedecker: Linnaeus in Lapland

Linnaeus in Lapland

Nothing worth noting

except an Andromeda

with quadrangular shoots—

            the boots

of the people

wet inside: they must swim

to church thru the floods

or be taxed—the blossoms

            from the bosoms

of the leaves

*

Fog-thick morning—

I see only

where I now walk. I carry

            my clarity

with me.

*

Hear

where her snow-grave is

the You

            ah you

of mourning doves