last words
afaint afar away over there what -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse
afaint afar away over there what -
what -
what is the word -
what is the word
These are the last few lines of the last poem by Samuel Beckett.
I'm currently reading Enoch Brater: Why Beckett
(New York, N.Y : Thames and Hudson, 1989)
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