my way

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my way is in the sand flowing

between the shingle and the dune

the summer rain rains on my life

on me my life harrying fleeing

to its beginning to its end

 

my peace is there in the receding mist

when I may cease from treading these long shifting

            thresholds

and live the space of a door

that opens and shuts

 

SAMUEL BECKETT

TRANSLATED BY MARY ANN CAWS

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