If only it were possible
to locate this fine Irishman,
Draw back time with
enviable conversation à deux.
A prolific writer born
with such riches of creativity,
His depthful cognisance adds
detail to humour.
Murphy and Molloy lived within such construction,
Characters sculpted by
twists and turns of phrase.
Maudlin moments absorbed
into the environment,
As frequently as his canny
sense of witty Irish humour.
He toiled longingly with
his God of life and dark death,
Waiting for Godot extolled philosophical considerations.
Beckett lavished attention
upon language manipulation,
Swiftly fashioning or embedding
many poetic peculiarities.
Expression nestled deeply
inside the circumstances he lived,
Woven tightly and held in
tensile stitches of laughter or woe.
His novels cling to the
mind and refuse to be rested for long,
Engaging wisdom permeates
the consciousness of this day.
His retiring Francophile
taste buds whetted by later ambience,
An endearing Tailpiece simply notes finality for Watt or Mr Knott.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 10/10/2013
Poets United Prompt: Verse First ~ Writers are Lovers
My love for words of the Irish writer Samuel Beckett….
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Beckett
A lovely tribute, Eileen. I like your new blog look.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem about a famous Irish poet. Well done, Eileen! I most love "expression nestled deeply inside the circumstances he lived". Awesome!
ReplyDeletei am honestly not very familiar with samuel beckett...i will have to rectify that...i like a good phrase twist...and engaging wisdom, so...smiles.
ReplyDeletenot familiar with his poetry but am, familiar with the works of the Theater of the absurd. Beckett A good choice indeed
ReplyDeleteYou definitely have whetted my interest in Samuel Beckett, Eileen!
ReplyDeleteEileen, I do know of Samuel Beckett and your poem is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteYou are truly a fan!
I want to also thank you for the kind words today on my poem.
Always my utmost pleasure to read your poetry and visit you.
A joy to know you, really :)
The only Beckett I know is Godot, so it seems I'm missing much. Your admiration and familiarity with him shine in every word. Now, I have to find his poems!
ReplyDeleteAnd besides all that - what a wonderful face the man had! http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/02177/Samuel_Beckett_2177862b.jpg
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