WHAT WOULD NOT THIS WORLD
What would I do without ever this world, faceless or questions, where to be but for a moment in which each instant, spills into the void of oblivion have been without this wave where finally will collapse together body and shadow. What would I do without this ever silent abyss of whispers, panting furiously rescue the love, without this sky that rises in the dust of its ballast. What would I ever would, like yesterday and today, looking from my porthole, if I am not alone to wander, and turn away from all life, in a space of puppet with no voice among the voices, he concluded in me.
(Samuel Beckett)
http://www.amazon.com/The-Collected-Poems-Samuel-Beckett/dp/0802123082
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