Thursday, April 27, 2006

Poem (Don't look...)

Painting by Edvard Munch (1863-1944), The Scream (1893)

Don't look.
The world's about to break.

Don't look.
The world's about to chuck out all its light
and stuff us in the chokepit of its dark,
That black and fat suffocated place
Where we will kill or die or dance or weep
Or scream of whine or squeak like mice
To renegotiate our starting price.

poem by Harold Pinter


1 comment:

Chris said...

one of my fvourite poems which i've just relocated through the net.. good to see it means something to another... Chris