An observation in Happy Days by Samuel Beckett
It stands alone in the grey light of morning
unremarked, unloved, with nothing to say.
The bag that holds it has no expression
and were it discarded, would only
annoy. Except Winnie does notice it,
scrutinises it indeed, just as if
its bristles snagged some truth from the barbed wire
of desolate living. "In the old style….."
it becomes for her a holder of time,
and pushes the unbearable vision
of emptiness and neglect to one side
whilst she deciphers the unreadable
and discovers music in the day's glare.
For sure, that's what she finds so marvellous!
HAPPY CHRISTMAS!
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