Raymond Queneau's One Hundred Million Million Poems (1961):
10 sonnets all chopped up to make multiple possible combinations.
Source: visual poetry via fuck yeah, book arts!
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font;The firefly wakens, waken thou with me.
Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leavesA shining furrow, as thy thoughts, in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,And slips into the bosom of the lake.So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slipInto my bosom and be lost in me.
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