fragments of a famous poem to say bye bye to St Val Doonican and prepare for Krapp’s Last Tape
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
“Love has no ending
I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you,
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street
I’ll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry,
And the seven stars go sqwarking
Like geese about the sky.
The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.”
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
“O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
Tomorrow or today.
O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
State, stare in the basin
And wonder what you’ve missed.”