“My way is in the sand flowing” – Samuel Beckett

Poems in French, 1947-1949

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
Selected Poems 1930-1989
Edited by David Wheatley