the libretto for a short opera in 1958, he managed to complete just one line before abandoning the project: "Je n'ai pas envie de chanter ce soir" ("I have no desire to sing tonight"). He was even less enthusiastic about his poems, describing them at different times as "worthless", "spittle" and "turds from my Central Lavatory". Yet from his early collection Echo's Bones, to the haunting lyric "What is the Word" he wrote shortly before his death, Beckett produced a thin but steady trickle of poetry.
from The Telegraph: The Collected Poems of Samuel Beckett ed by Sean Lawlor and John Pilling: review
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