“Give him
the darkest inch your shelf allows,
Hide him in lonely garrets, if you will,—
But his hard, human pulse is throbbing still
With the sure strength that fearless truth endows.
In spite of all fine science disavows,
Of his plain excellence and stubborn skill
There yet remains what fashion cannot kill,
Though years have thinned the laurel from his brows.
“Whether or not we read him, we can feel
From time to time the vigor of his name
Against us like a finger for the shame
And emptiness of what our souls reveal
In books that are as altars where we kneel
To consecrate the flicker, not the flame.”
Hide him in lonely garrets, if you will,—
But his hard, human pulse is throbbing still
With the sure strength that fearless truth endows.
In spite of all fine science disavows,
Of his plain excellence and stubborn skill
There yet remains what fashion cannot kill,
Though years have thinned the laurel from his brows.
“Whether or not we read him, we can feel
From time to time the vigor of his name
Against us like a finger for the shame
And emptiness of what our souls reveal
In books that are as altars where we kneel
To consecrate the flicker, not the flame.”
Read the
sonnet with Beckett in mind – “hard, human pulse,” “plain excellence and
stubborn skill,” “the flicker, not the flame.” Consider a line chosen almost at
random from, say, “The Expelled” (1946): “The
short winter’s day was drawing to a close. It seems to me sometimes that these
are the only days I have ever known, and especially that most charming moment
of all, just before night wipes them out.”
A pleasing convergence: Robinson was born on this
date, Dec. 22, in 1869. Beckett died on this date one hundred twenty years later in 1989, the day Nicolae Ceausescu was ousted from power and the Soviet Empire was
crumbling. In 1982, Beckett had produced and published Catastrophe, a play dedicated to the imprisoned Czech dissident and
playwright Vaclav Havel. One week after Beckett’s death, Havel became the last
president of Czechoslovakia and, soon, the first president of the Czech Republic.
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