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Authors: Samuel Beckett
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C
OLLECTED
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OEMS IN
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RENCH
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OLLECTED
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HORTER
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LAYS
(All That Fall, Act Without Words I, Act Without Words II, Krapp's Last Tape, Rough for Theatre I, Rough For Theatre II, Embers, Rough for Radio I, Rough for Radio II, Words and Music, Cascando, Play, Film, The Old Tune, Come and Go, Eh Joe, Breath, Not I, That Time, Footfalls, Ghost Trio, … but the clouds …, A Piece of Monologue, Rockaby, Ohio Impromptu, Quad, Catastrophe, Nacht and Träume, What Where)
C
OMPLETE
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HORT
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ROSE
: 1929–1989
(Assumption, Sedendo et Quiescendo, Text, A Case in a Thousand, First Love, The Expelled, The Calmative. The End, Texts for Nothing 1–13, From an Abandoned Work, The Image, All Strange Away, Imagination Dead Imagine, Enough, Ping, Lessness, The Lost Ones, Fizzles 1–8, Heard in the Dark 1, Heard in the Dark 2, One Evening, As the story was told, The Cliff, neither, Stirrings Still, Variations on a “Still” Point,
Faux Départs
, The Capital of the Ruins)
D
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Miscellaneous Writings and a Dramatic Fragment
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A Samuel Beckett Reader
K
RAPP'S
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T
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(All That Fall, Embers, Act Without Words I, Act Without Words II)
M
ERCIER AND
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AMIER
M
OLLOY
M
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RICKS THAN
K
ICKS
(Dante and the Lobster, Fingal, Ding-Dong, A Wet Night, Love and Lethe, Walking Out, What a Misfortune, The Smeraldina's Billet Doux, Yellow, Draff)
M
URPHY
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(Company, III Seen III Said, Worstward Ho)
P
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TORIES AND
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EXTS FOR
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OTHING
(The Expelled, The Calmative, The End, Texts for Nothing 1–13)
T
HREE
N
OVELS
(Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable)
W
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Production Notebooks
W
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Theatrical Notebooks
Copyright © 1977 by Samuel Beckett
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Printed in the United States of America
Published simultaneously in Canada
Collected Poems in English and French
first published by John Calder (Publishers) Ltd, London 1977
Whoroscope
first published by Nancy Cuard, The Hours Press, 1930
Echo's Bones
first published by George Reavey, Europa Press, 1935
Gnome
first published 1934
Ooftish
first published 1938
Home Olga
first published 1934
All other English poems except the last three English poems in this volume first published by John Calder (Publishers) Ltd 1961, the last three first published in this volume 1977. Poems in French first published by Limes Verlag Wiesbaden under the title
Gedichte
1959 and by Editions de Minuit, Paris under the title
Poèmes
1968
Translations from Paul Eluard first published by This Quarter, Paris 1932
Translation from Arthur Rimbaud first published by Whitenights Press, Reading 1976
Translation from Guillaume Apollinaire first published by Dolman Press, Dublin and Calder & Boyars, London 1972
Translations from Sébastien Chamfort first published by The Blue Guitar, Messina 1975
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 77–77855
ISBN: 9780802198440
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The Vulture
Enueg I
Enueg II
Alba
Dortmunder
Sanies I
Sanies II
Serena I
Serena II
Serena III
Malacoda
Da Tagte Es
Echo's Bones
Cascando
Ooftish
Saint Lô
dread nay
Roundelay
thither
Part II:
Poems in French with some translations
elles viennent
they come
à elle l'acte calme
être là sans mâchoires sans dents
Ascension
La Mouche
musique de l'indifférence
bois seul
ainsi a-t-on beau
Rue de Vaugirard
Dieppe
Dieppe
Arènes de Lutèce
jusque dans la caverne ciel et sol
bon bon il est un pays
Mort de A.D.
vive morte ma seule saison
je suis ce cours de sable qui glisse
my way is in the sand flowing
que ferais-je sans ce monde
what would I do without this world
je voudrais que mon amour meure
I would like my love to die
hors crâne seul dedans
something there
Part III:
Translations from French with the originals
L'amoureuse
Lady Love
A perte de vue dans le sens de mon corps
Out of Sight in the Direction of my Body
A peine défigurée
Scarcely Disfigured
Seconde nature
Second Nature
La vue
Scene
L'univers–solitude
Universe-Solitude
Confections
Confections
Le bateau ivre
Drunken Boat
Zone
Zone
Huit maximes
Long after Chamfort
Le sot
Wit in fools
Le théâtre tragique
The trouble with tragedy
Quand on soutient que les gens
Better on your arse
Quand on a été bien tourmenté
Live and clean forget
La pensée console
Ask of all-healing
L'espérance
Hope
Vivre est une maladie
Sleep till death
Que le coeur de l'homme
How hollow heart
This is the most complete collection of poems that Mr. Beckett authorized. It contains all the work published in English before 1977 with the addition of prewar poems and some later ones. The complete French poems are included in the original by arrangement with Les Editions de Minuit, and six of them have been translated by the author. The first one originated in English. The last section contains those translations from French poets that Samuel Beckett agreed to see republished, most of them commissioned by little magazines before World War II, although the Chamfort maxims came later. The translation of
Le Bateau Ivre
was long lost before miraculously turning up in private hands as is explained in the Notes.
The translation made by Samuel Beckett of an anthology of Mexican poetry compiled by Octavio Paz, first published in 1959, is not included here, but is separately available from Grove Press in an edition entitled
Mexican Poetry
. Other translations, many unsigned, made during the thirties with which Mr. Beckett was unsatisfied, exist in old magazines, but he did not want to see them reissued in book form.
The Publishers
What's that?
An egg?
By the brothers Boot it stinks fresh.
Give it to Gillot.
Galileo how are you
and his consecutive thirds!
The vile old Copernican lead-swinging son of a sutler!
We're moving he said we're off—Porca Madonna!
the way a boatswain would be, or a sack-of-potatoey
charging Pretender.
That's not moving, that's
moving
. 10
What's that?
A little green fry or a mushroomy one?
Two lashed ovaries with prostisciutto?
How long did she womb it, the feathery one?
Three days and four nights?
Give it to Gillot.
Faulhaber, Beeckman and Peter the Red,
come now in the cloudy avalanche or Gassendi's sun-red
crystally cloud
and I'll pebble you all your hen-and-a-half ones
or I'll pebble a lens under the quilt in the midst of day. 20
To think he was my own brother, Peter the Bruiser,
and not a syllogism out of him
no more than if Pa were still in it.
Hey! pass over those coppers,
sweet millèd sweat of my burning liver!
Them were the days I sat in the hot-cupboard throwing
Jesuits out of the skylight.
Who's that? Hals?
Let him wait.
My squinty doaty!
I hid and you sook. 30
And Francine my precious fruit of a house-and-parlour
foetus!
What an exfoliation!
Her little grey flayed epidermis and scarlet tonsils!
My one child
scourged by a fever to stagnant murky blood—
blood!
Oh Harvey belovèd
how shall the red and white, the many in the few, (dear bloodswirling Harvey)
eddy through that cracked beater? 40
And the fourth Henry came to the crypt of the arrow.
What's that?
How long?
Sit on it.
A wind of evil flung my despair of ease
against the sharp spires of the one
lady:
not once or twice but. …
(Kip of Christ hatch it!)
in one sun's drowning 50
(Jesuitasters please copy).
So on with the silk hose over the knitted, and the morbid
leather—
what am I saying! the gentle canvas—
and away to Ancona on the bright Adriatic,
and farewell for a space to the yellow key of the
Rosicrucians.
They don't know what the master of them that do did,
that the nose is touched by the kiss of all foul and sweet air,
and the drums, and the throne of the faecal inlet,
and the eyes by its zig-zags.
So we drink Him and eat Him 60
and the watery Beaune and the stale cubes of Hovis
because He can jig
as near or as far from His Jigging Self
and as sad or lively as the chalice or the tray asks.
How's that, Antonio?
In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg.
Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?
Anna Maria!
She reads Moses and says her love is crucified.
Leider! Leider! she bloomed and withered, 70
a pale abusive parakeet in a mainstreet window.
No I believe every word of it I assure you.
Fallor, ergo sum!
The coy old frôleur!
He tolle'd and legge'd
and he buttoned on his redemptorist waistcoat.
No matter, let it pass.
I'm a bold boy I know
so I'm not my son
(even if I were a concierge) 80
nor Joachim my father's
but the chip of a perfect block that's neither old nor new,
the lonely petal of a great high bright rose.
Are you ripe at last,
my slim pale double-breasted turd?
How rich she smells,
this abortion of a fledgling!
I will eat it with a fish fork.
White and yolk and feathers.
Then I will rise and move moving 90
toward Rahab of the snows,
the murdering matinal pope-confessed amazon,
Christina the ripper.
Oh Weulles spare the blood of a Frank
who has climbed the bitter steps,
(René du Perron… .!)
and grant me my second
starless inscrutable hour.
1930