With Beckett

Narrated by Sylvie Faisant

California

WITH BECKETT

I dreamt I saw Samuel Beckett last night

walking through the little park

behind the dark brooding hulk

of the Cathedral of Notre Dame

where the leaves of the marronniers

quivered in the rain

He was wearing a worn tweed coat

with collar turned up

And I imagined he had just come

from the Theatre de la Poche

where they had just played in French

the thousandth performance of “Waiting for Godot”

And he sat down on a wet bench

and pretended to cry as he laughed

and pretended to laugh as he cried

And I was with him sitting there

under the chestnut trees

mon semblable mon frere!