Friday, March 22, 2013

Remembering : Cascando.

Why not merely the despaired of occasion of wordshed
is it not better abort than be barren?
the hours after you are gone are so leaden
they will always start dragging too soon

the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want
bringing up the bones the old loves

sockets filled once with eyes like yours

all always is it better too soon than never
the black want splashing their faces
saying again nine days never floated the loved

nor nine months

nor nine lives.

Saying again,
if you do not teach me I shall not learn
saying again there is a last
even of last times

last times of begging

last times of loving
of knowing not knowing pretending

a last even of last times of saying

if you do not love me I shall not be loved if I do not love you I shall not love

The churn of stale words in the heart again
love love love thud of the old plunger
pestling the unalterable

whey of words

Terrified again
of not loving

of loving and not you

of being loved and not by you

of knowing not knowing pretending
I and all the others that will love you if they love you

Unless they love you.                                                                                           
                                                                                                     - Samuel Beckett (1936)
( In memory of the person I was once upon a time )


  1. Takes me back to the times when you were around.. Wish i could go back in time and change mistakes into good memories. Wherever you are, i hope you are happy and doing good. Take care.