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Born on May 12, 1903, Lorine Niedecker was raised in Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin. Her father, Henry Niedecker, was a commercial fisherman who rented hunting and fishing cabins. Niedecker attended Beloit College for two years but returned home to help take care of her deaf and ailing mother, Theresa.

Niedecker lived most of her life on Blackhawk Island, along the banks of the Rock River near Lake Koshkronong in Wisconsin. She worked as a library assistant from 1928-1930, as a writer of the Wisconsin Guide in the Federal Writers' Project from 1938-1942, as stenographer and proofreader for Hoard's Dairyman, and as a cleaning woman at Fort Atkinson Memorial Hospital from 1957-62. She married Frank Hartwig when she was twenty-five, but they separated two years later. Niedecker married Al Millen when she was sixty. In 1964, she moved into Millen's house in Milwaukee. Lorine Niedecker died on December 31, 1970.

Her poems did not receive wide critical attention until late in her life. In part, this was a result of her geographic and cultural isolation. Niedecker was also naturally reticent. Many of her relatives and neighbors didn't know that she wrote poetry. Her first collection, New Goose (1946), was published by a very small press, and her second collection, My Friend Tree (1962), was published in England.

Her early work was most influenced by Imagist and Objectivist poets including Ezra Pound and Louis Zukofsky. Zukofsky was an early mentor to Niedecker and a lifelong correspondent. The influence of the Objectivist and Imagist schools gradually became less pronounced in her poems as she developed her own idiosyncratic voice and style. Niedecker wrote most often about the world around her on Blackhawk Island—her neighbors and family, history, and the local flora and fauna. In 1968, she published North Central.

Because of her often austere, vivid imagery, and spare language, many critics and readers have pointed to Niedecker's affinities with writers such as William Carlos Williams as well as with early Chinese and Japanese poets. She described her poetry as a "condensery". Although much of her work was overlooked during her lifetime, three volumes of poetry have been published since her death: Blue Chicory (1976), From This Condensery: The Complete Writings of Lorine Niedecker (1985), and The Granite Pail: The Selected Poems of Lorine Niedecker (1985).

Selected Bibliography

Poetry

New Goose (1946)
My Friend Tree (1961)
North Central (1968)
T & G: Collected Poems 1936-1966 (1969)
My Life By Water: Collected Poems 1936-1968 (1970)
Blue Chicory (1976)
The Granite Pail: Selected Poems of Lorine Niedecker (1985)
Harpsichord & Salt Fish (1991)
New Goose (Listening Chamber, 2002)
Collected Works (University of California Press, 2002)

Letters

Between Your House and Mine: Letters of Lorine Niedecker to Cid Corman, 1960-1970 (1987)
Niedecker and the Correspondence with Zukofsky 1931-1970 (1993)

Poetry & Prose

From This Condensery: The Complete Writings of Lorine Niedecker (1985)

My Friend Tree

Lorine Niedecker, 1903 - 1970
My friend tree
I sawed you down
but I must attend
an older friend
the sun

From The Granite Pail: The Selected Poems of Lorine Niedecker published by North Point Press. Copyright © 1985 by the estate of Lorine Niedecker. Reprinted by permission of Cid Corman. All rights reserved.

From The Granite Pail: The Selected Poems of Lorine Niedecker published by North Point Press. Copyright © 1985 by the estate of Lorine Niedecker. Reprinted by permission of Cid Corman. All rights reserved.

Lorine Niedecker

Born on May 12, 1903, Lorine Niedecker's poetry has often been placed in the Imagist and Objectivist movements

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poem
I rose from marsh mud,
algae, equisetum, willows,
sweet green, noisy
birds and frogs

to see her wed in the rich
rich silence of the church,
the little white slave-girl
in her diamond fronds.

In aisle and arch
the satin secret collects.
United for life to serve
silver. Possessed.
poem
Grandfather
   advised me:
      Learn a trade

I learned
   to sit at desk
      and condense

No layoffs
   from this
      condensery
poem
Feign a great calm;
all gay transport soon ends.
Chant: who knows—
flight's end or flight's beginning
for the resting gull?

Heart, be still.
Say there is money but it rusted;
say the time of moon is not right for escape.
It's the color in the lower sky 
too broadly suffused,
or the wind in my tie.

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