sanies I

"all the lifelong way this day of sweet showers
from portrane on the seashore
donabate sad swans of turvey swords
pounding along in three ratios like a sonata
like a ritter with pommelled scrotum atra cura
on the step
botticelli from the fork down pestling the
transmission
tires bleeding vaoiding zeep the highway
all heaven in the sphincter
the sphincter

muuuuuuuude now
potwalloping now through promenaders
this trusty all-steel this super-real
bound for home like a good boy
where i was born with a pop with the green of
the larches
ah to be back in caul now with no trusts
no finger no spoilt love
belting along in the meantime clutching the
bike
the billows of the nubile the cere wrack
pot-valiant caulless waisted in rags hatless
for mamma papa chicken and ham
warm grave to say the word
happy days snap the stem shed a tear
this day spy wednesday seven pentades past
oh the larches the pain drawn like a cork
the glans he took the day off up the hill and down
dale
with a ponderous fawn from the liverpool
london and globe
back the shadows lengthen the sycomores are
sobbing
to roly-poly oh to me a spanking boy
buckets of fizz childbed is thristy work
for the midwife he is gory
for the proud parent he washes down a gob of
gladness
for footstore achates also he pants his pleasure
sparkling beestings for me
tired now hair ebbing gums ebbing ebbing
home
good as gold now in the prime after brief
prodigality
yea and suave
suave urbane beyond good and evil
biding my time without rancour you may take
your oath
distraught half-crooked courting the sneers of
these fauns these smart nymphs
clipped like a pederast as to one trouser-end
sucking in my bloated lantern behind a wild
woodbine
cinched to death in a filthy slicker
flinging the proud swift forward breasting the
swell of sturmers
i see main verb at last
her whom alone in accusative
i have dismounted to love
gliding towards me dauntless nautch-girl on the
face of the waters
dauntless daughter of desires in the old black
and flamingo
get along with you now take the six the seven
the eight or the little single-decker
take a bus for all i care walk cadge a lift
home to the cob of you web in holles street
and let the tiger go smiling
in our hearts that funds way home"

-samuel beckett

2004-06-15 | 7:43 p.m.
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