Lorine Niedecker

[I married]

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.
I thought—
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