Now the day is over,
Night its drawing nigh-igh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
Song in the plays
A dog came in the kitchen
And stole a crust of bread.
Then cook up with a ladle
And beat him till he was dead.
Then all the dogs came running
And dug the dog a tomb
And wrote upon the tombstone
For the eyes of dogs to come:
A dog came in the kitchen
And stole a crust of bread.
Then cook up with a ladle
And beat him till he was dead.
Samuel Barclay Beckett (Dublín, 1906 – París, 1989). Doctor en Lenguas romances. Poeta, novelista y dramaturgo. Premio Nobel de Literatura.