'to and fro shadow
from inner to outer shadow'
B: Mr. Feldman, I don’t like opera.
F: I don’t blame you!
B: I don’t like my words being set to music.
F: I’m in complete agreement. In fact it’s very seldom that I’ve used words. I’ve written a lot of pieces with voice, and they’re wordless.
B: But what do you want?
F: I have no idea!
Conversation between Samuel Beckett and Morton Feldman, 1976
to and fro in shadow from inner to outer shadow
from impenetrable self to impenetrable unself by way of neither
as between two lit refuges whose doors once neared gently close, once away turned from gently part again
beckoned back and forth and turned away
heedless of the way, intent on the one gleam or the other
unheard footfalls only sound
till at last halt for good, absent for good from self and other
then no sound
then gently light unfading on that unheeded neither