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Collected Poems in English and French ❴BOOKS❵ ✪ Collected Poems in English and French Author Samuel Beckett – This collection gathers together the Nobel Prize winning writer Samuel Beckett's English poems including Whoroscope his first published verse English translations of poems by Eluard Rimbaud Apollinair This collection gathers together the Nobel Prize winning in English Epub ´ writer Samuel Beckett's English poems including Whoroscope his first published verse English translations of poems by Eluard Rimbaud Apollinaire and Chamfort and poems in French several of which are presented in translation.

  • Paperback
  • 160 pages
  • Collected Poems in English and French
  • Samuel Beckett
  • English
  • 03 September 2014
  • 9780802130969

About the Author: Samuel Beckett

Samuel Barclay Beckett was an Irish avant garde in English Epub ´ novelist playwright theatre director and poet who lived in France for most of his adult life He wrote in both English and French His work offers a bleak tragicomic outlook on human nature often coupled with black comedy and gallows humourBeckett is widely regarded as among the Collected Poems MOBI :Ê most influential writers of the th century Strongly influenced.

10 thoughts on “Collected Poems in English and French

  1. Jonfaith Jonfaith says:

    I would like my love to die and the rain to be raining on the graveyard and on me walking the streets mourning her who thought she loved meThis is a triumph a whirlwind an elegance of emotional acuity brocaded in jaw dropping language He drifts from idiom into the pastoral He reflects into recesses His odes echo Much of this volume is Beckett's own translations of French poetry into English

  2. mwpm mwpm says:

    Although born in Ireland Beckett is known to have written in French in the years following his immigration to France French he explained removed him from the comforts of his mother tongue from the ease of writing in his mother tongue French forced him to write economically; it forced him to think fundamentally and thereby encourage greater clarity Beckett's shift toward writing in French also reflects the culmination of the attributes that will characterize his style It is evident first in the TWO POEMS and then in the FOUR POEMS bilingual translated by the authorHis early poems are a different story Whoroscope written in 1930 apparently for a contest that Beckett was encouraged to enter is clearly influenced by James Joyce's FINNEGAN'S WAKE written over a period of seventeen years and published in 1939 At the time Beckett was close to Joyce apparently assisting with the composition of FINNEGAN'S WAKE Joyce was then nearly blind and contributing to OUR EXAMINATION OF WORK IN PROGRESS a collection of essays on FINNEGAN'S WAKEWhat's that?An egg?By the brothers Boot it stinks freshGive it to GillotGalileo how are youand his consecutive thirdsThe vile old Copernican lead swinging son of a sutlerWe're moving he said we're off Porca Madonnathe way a boatswain would be or a sack of potatoey charging PretenderThat's not moving that's movingWhat'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 GillotFaulhaber Beeckman and Peter the Redcome now in the cloudy avalanche or Gassendi's sun red crystally cloudand I'll pebble you all your hen and a half onesor I'll pebble a lens under the uilt in the midst of dayTo think he was my own brother Peter the Bruiserand not a syllogism out of himno than if Pa were still in itHey pass over those copperssweet milled sweat of my burning liverThem were the days I sat in the hot cupboard throwing Jesuits out of the skylightWho's that? Hals?Let him waitMy suinty doatyI hid and you sookAnd Francine my precious fruit of a house and parlour foetusWhat an exfoliationHer little grey flayed epidermis and scarlet tonsilsMy one childscourged by a fever to stagnant murky blood bloodOh Harvey belovedhow shall the red and white the many in the fewdear boodswirling Harveyeddy through that crack beater?And the fourth Henry came to the crypt of the arrowWhat's that?How long?Sit on itA wind of evil flung my despair of easeagainst the sharp spires of the oneladynot one or twice butKip of Christ hatch itin the one sun's drowningJesuitasters please copySo 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 Adriaticand farewell for a space to the yellow key of the RosicruciansThey don't know what the master of them that do didthat the nose is touched by the kiss of all foul and sweet airand the drums and the throne of the faecal inletand the eyes by its zig zagsSo we drink Him and eat Himand the watery Beaune and the stale cubes of Hovisbecause He can jigas near or as far from His Jigging Selfand as sad or lively as the chalice or the tray asksHow's that Antonio?In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that eggShall I swallow cave phantoms?Anna MariaShe reads Moses and says her love is crucifiedLeider Leider she bloomed and withereda pale abusive parakeet in a mainstreet windowNo I believe every word of it I assure youFallor ergo sumThe coy old froleurHe tolle'd and legge'dand he buttoned on his redemptorist waistcoatNo matter let it passI'm a bold boy I knowso I'm not my soneven if I were a conciergenor Joachim my father'sbut the chip of a perfect block that's neither old nor newthe lonely petal of a great high bright roseAre you ripe at lastmy slim pale double breasted turd?How rich she smellsthis abortion of a fledglingI will eat it with a fish forkWhite and yolk and feathersThen I will rise and move movingtoward Rahab of the snowsthe murdering matinal pope confessed Christina the ripperOh Weulles spare the blood of a Frankwho has climbed the bitter stepsRene' du Perronand grant me my secondstarless inscrutable hourpg 9 12Here so than ECHO'S BONES Beckett displays hints of the writer he will become with the introduction of characters with odd names the use of collouialism in the place of Joyce inspired word play Of course the poem contains its share of Joyce inspired allusion drawing from a biography of René Descartes that Beckett happened to be reading at the timeIn ECHO'S BONES Joyce's influence on Beckett's poetry is at its strongest This is evident in his wordplay and his use of allusion the name itself Echo's Bones is an allusion to the myth of Echo and Narcissus told in Ovid's Metamorphoses Book IIIdragging his hunger through the skyof my skill shell of sky and earthstooping to the prone who mustsoon take up their life and walkmocked by a tissue that may not servetill hunger earth and sky be offal The Vulture pg 17There are times too when Beckett's wordplay descends into seeming nonsense like the gibberish spoken by the character Lucky in Beckett's WAITING FOR GODOTGiven the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God uauauaua with white beard uauauaua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast heaven to hell so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is that as a result of the labours left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy in Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labours of men that as a result of the labours unfinished of Testew and Cunard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labours of Fartov and Belcher Lucky in WAITING FOR GODOTIndeed its nonsense With the variation of names Puncher and Wattmann Testew and Cunard Fartov and Belcher Beckett is mocking academia particularly with Fartov and Belcher and referencing a literary device employed by Lewis Carroll the master of nonsensemüüüüüüüde nowpotwalloping now through the promenadesthis trusty all steel this super realbound for home like a good boywhere I was born with a pop with the green of the larchesah to be back in the caul now with no trusts Sanies I pg 25Here the poems of ECHO'S BONES are Beckett than Joyce The müüüüüüüde of Sanies I stands in for the uauauaua of WAITING FOR GODOT But overall the presence of Joyce is still stronger than the presence of BeckettIt's not until Cascando from the TWO POEMS that the reader encounters Beckett's familiar styleWhy not merely the despaired ofoccasion ofwordshedis it not better abort than be barrenpg 41Cascando dated 1936 is not yet the minimalist style that Beckett would employ as his writing progressed But it signifies a shift away from Joyce's influence toward his own individual and idiosyncratic style In his early poems we see the influence of Joyce and perhaps even the Surrealists but in Cascando we see clearly than in ECHO'S BONES the beginning of Beckett's exploration of existential themes the beginning of Beckett the absurdistWhere Cascando fails to capture Beckett's minimalism Saint Lô dated 1946 fully realizes itVire will wind in other shadowsunborn through the bright ways trembleand the old mind ghost forsakensink into its havocpg 43It is not only the poem's length four lines but Beckett's refusal to include basic conjunctions that distinguishes his minimalism Here as in the FOUR POEMS Beckett's clarity is achieved in his economy of words though clarity may not be apparent in what looks to some like a jumble but in this jumble can be extracted a wealth of suggestions Just as Beckett offers meaning or lack thereof in the symbolism of Waiting for Godot meaning or lack thereof is found in the suggestions of his poetry1DIEPPEagain the last ebbthe dead shinglethe turning then the stepstowards the lighted town2my way is in the sand floweringbetween the shingle and the dunethe summer rain rains on my lifeon me my life harrying fleeingto its beginning to its endmy peace is there in the receding mistwhen I may cease from treading these long shifting thresholdsand life the space of a doorthat opens and shuts3what would I do without this world faceless incuriouswhere to be lasts but an instant where every instantspills in the void the ignorance of having beenwithout this eave where in the endbody and shadow together are engulfedwhat would I do without this silence where the murmurs diethe pantings the frenzies towards succour towards lovewithout this sky that soarsabove its ballast dustwhat would I do what I did yesterday and the day beforepeering out of my deadlight looking for anotherwandering like me eddying far from all the livingin a convulsive spaceamong the voices voicelessthat throng my hiddenness4I would like me love to dieand the rain to be falling on the graveyardand on me walking the streetsmourning the first and last to love mepg 46 53

  3. Gideonleek Gideonleek says:

    A fantastic collection of Beckett’s poetry in English and French

  4. B. B. says:

    If you are deciding whether or not to spend your time reading this slim yet stimulating volume of poetry read the following excerpt in order to gauge your interestscarlet beauty in our world dead fish adriftall things full of godspressed down and bleedingIf these three lines have intrigued you in any way onward If they did nothing for you then it is best to veer away from Beckett's poetryI am slowly but surely dipping my toes into the work of Beckett I started with Krapp's Last Tape which was less intimidating than I expected The same can be said for this selection of Beckett's poetry The poems that I enjoyed most upon my first read throughWhoroscopeThe VultureEcho's BonesCascando4 Part of uatre PoèmesBased on what I have read so far Beckett is less challenging from a Oh God I need to know a ton of historical background and critical lenses before I can even start to crack this open for meaning standpoint than he is from a I need to focus on the innovative and insane ways that he is playing with language standpoint These are not poems for the casual reader who wants to read poetry with a relatively straightforward meaning than they are for the reader who A writes andor B is a literature nerd Regardless I will leave you with what may be the most beautiful poem I have read by Beckett4I would like my love to dieand the rain to be falling on the graveyardand on me walking the streetsmourning the first and last to love me

  5. Wlwarner Wlwarner says:

    A neat little edition that pretty well covers his poetic output Also contains nice translations of Eluard Rimbaud Apollinaire and Chamfort

  6. Claire Claire says:

    a wonderful collection of this wise genius' poetry both his own and his translations German Spanish French he was such a wordsmith everything's so crazy and scary and disturbing and hilarious at the same time you laugh you feel like crying but you don't exactly because you feel that overwhelming masculinity every once and a while that makes you lurch enough not to ala Hemingway you reflect and feel and create along with him it was Lewis Carroll I believe who invented the portmanteau; I feel like Beckett invented a whole lot than that there were several poems both Beckett's and translations that made me make strange noises out loud made my soul sing made my heart dance and ultimately inspired me I highly recommend for when you want an odd day of reading I promise you you'll like some aspect of his writing and if you don't like him you have dozens of French and Mexican poets to try for yourself instead it's a great start for Beckett too if you've never got around to Waiting for Godot or Endgame oh Endgame you are a star but of course I recommend those too

  7. Lori Lori says:

    The book is divided into three sections Beckett's English poems Beckett's French poems a few translated by the author himself; the remainder in French alone and poems by French authors translated by Beckett Beckett's poetry doesn't really cut it for me It lacks the rhythms of favorite poets and uses a less polite vocabulary While I enjoyed some of his shorter poems in both English and French the ones beyond about a dozen lines did not engage me I enjoyed some of the other French poems but not others Beckett's talent must lie in other forms of writing

  8. Erna Ahmetspahic Erna Ahmetspahic says:

    If you love Beckett and his poetry this is the perfect book for you It’s filled with his known and less known poetry If you have issues understanding absurde poetry than 50% of this books contains notes on every of the poems so you get a nice overview and information of his writing and the meanings of the poems Only minus imo is that some of his french poetry does not have translations Makes it uite hard to read as a non french speaker

  9. Gillian Gillian says:

    Enjoyed the French poems His translations of French poems are not particularly faithful to the original unfortunately

  10. Lee Foust Lee Foust says:

    My French is too rudimentary to judge the translations my impatience with obscure referentiality suspended only up to a point Like most poetry of uality there are enlightening lines and beautifully musical lines peppered throughout but also some terribly terribly dense verse that takes footnotes to even scratch the surface the flipping pages to which ruins all hope of the music of the poetic lines resonating It all sells dear Beckett somewhat short Would that i were smart as he a century since reading the books that he was reading and facts from which swirled from his mind to the pen tip as he wrote History is a wind passing The Eluard translations did little for me but the Rimbaud and Apollinaire seemed rather exuisite I will not uote my favorite passages here At any rate it has that Beckett genius still in daubs and droughts

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