Tuesday, December 18, 2007

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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