Ill seen ill said, p.4
Ill Seen Ill Said,
p.4
little very little like the last wisps of day
when the curtain closes. Of itself by slow
millimetres or drawn by a phantom hand.
Farewell to farewell. Then in that perfect
dark foreknell darling sound pip for end
begun. First last moment. Grant only
enough remain to devour all. Moment by
glutton moment. Sky earth the whole kit
and boodle. Not another crumb of carrion
left. Lick chops and basta. No. One moment more. One last. Grace to breathe that void. Know happiness.
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Ill Seen Ill Said
Samuel Beckett, Ill Seen Ill Said
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