Samuel Beckett (born April 13, 1906)
my loneliness I know it oh well I know it badly
I have the time is what I tell myself I have time
but what time famished bone the time of the dog
of a sky incessantly paling my grain of sky
of the climbing ray ocellate trembling
of microns of years of darkness—Samuel Beckett translated by Philip Nikolayev, Poetry, February 2008
(via thearspoetica)
