beckett-sleeping

Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today?

“Be sped, my Canzon, through the bitter air!
To him who speaketh words as fair as these,
Say that I also know the ‘Yearly Slain.’”

Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Yearly Slain”