We haven't posted any poetry in a few weeks or so. Here's one by Samuel
Beckett. I like the rhythm of this one.
Roundelay
Samuel Beckett
Collected Poems in English & French
New York: Grove/Atlantic, 1977
on all that strand
at end of day
steps sole sound
long sole sound
until unbidden stay
then no sound
on all that strand
long no sound
until unbidden go
steps sole sound
long sole sound
on all that strand
at end of day
