Harold Pinter

Harold Pinter Poems

Jill. Fred phoned. He can't make tonight.
He said he'd call again, as soon as poss.
I said (on your behalf) OK, no sweat.
He said to tell you he was fine,

No, you're wrong.

Everyone is as beautiful
as they can possibly be

Don't look.
The world's about to break.

Don't look.

I know the place.
It is true.
Everything we do

I send my voice into your mouth
You return the compliment

I am the Count of Cannizzaro

I saw Len Hutton in his prime

Another time


The curtain white in folds,
She walks two steps and turns,
The curtain still, the light
Staggers in her eyes.

Here they go again,
The Yanks in their armoured parade
Chanting their ballads of joy

The day will get off to a cloudy start.
It will be quite chilly
But as the day progresses

I was dead and now I live
You took my hand

I blindly died


There is a dark sound
Which grows on the hill
You turn from the light

Well, there was no problem.
All the democracies
(all the democracies)

There are no more words to be said
All we have left are the bombs

Laughter dies out but is never dead
Laughter lies out the back of its head
Laughter laughs at what is never said

It is the dead of night,

The long dead look out towards
The new dead

And after noon the well-dressed creatures come
To sniff among the dead
And have their lunch


I felt soft fingers at my throat
It seemed someone was strangling me

The lips were hard as they were sweet


God looked into his secret heart
to find a word
To bless the living throng below.


The lights glow.
What will happen next?

Night has fallen.
The rain stops.

What sound was that?
I turn away, into the shaking room.

Harold Pinter Biography

Harold Pinter (10 October 1930 – 24 December 2008) was a Nobel Prize-winning English playwright, screenwriter, director and actor. One of the most influential modern British dramatists, his writing career spanned more than 50 years. His best-known plays include The Birthday Party (1957), The Homecoming (1964), and Betrayal (1978), each of which he adapted for the screen. His screenplay adaptations of others' works include The Servant (1963), The Go-Between (1970), The French Lieutenant's Woman (1981), The Trial (1993), and Sleuth (2007). He also directed or acted in radio, stage, television, and film productions of his own and others' works. Pinter was born and raised in Hackney, east London, and educated at Hackney Downs School. He was a sprinter and a keen cricket player, acting in school plays and writing poetry. He attended the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art but did not complete the course. He was fined for refusing National Service as a conscientious objector. Subsequently, he continued training at the Central School of Speech and Drama and worked in repertory theatre in Ireland and England. In 1956 he married actress Vivien Merchant and had a son, Daniel born in 1958. He left Merchant in 1975 and married author Lady Antonia Fraser in 1980. Pinter's career as a playwright began with a production of The Room in 1957. His second play, The Birthday Party, closed after eight performances, but was enthusiastically reviewed by critic Harold Hobson. His early works were described by critics as "comedy of menace". Later plays such as No Man's Land (1975) and Betrayal (1978) became known as "memory plays". He appeared as an actor in productions of his own work on radio and film. He also undertook a number of roles in works by other writers. He directed nearly 50 productions for stage, theatre and screen. Pinter received over 50 awards, prizes, and other honours, including the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2005 and the French Légion d'honneur in 2007. Despite frail health after being diagnosed with oesophageal cancer in December 2001, Pinter continued to act on stage and screen, last performing the title role of Samuel Beckett's one-act monologue Krapp's Last Tape, for the 50th anniversary season of the Royal Court Theatre, in October 2006. He died from liver cancer on 24 December 2008.)

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Jill. Fred phoned. He can't make tonight.
He said he'd call again, as soon as poss.
I said (on your behalf) OK, no sweat.
He said to tell you he was fine,
Only the crap, he said, you know, it sticks,
The crap you have to fight.
You're sometimes nothing but a walking shithouse.

I was well acquainted with the pong myself,
I told him, and I counselled calm.
Don't let the fuckers get you down,
Take the lid off the kettle a couple of minutes,
Go on the town, burn someone to death,
Find another tart, giver her some hammer,
Live while you're young, until it palls,
Kick the first blind man you meet in the balls.

Anyway he'll call again.

I'll be back in time for tea.

Your loving mother.

Harold Pinter Comments

Jaime Lee 18 July 2017

I Know the Place... Gives hope. ❤

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Christelle S 16 October 2005

I have always adored the work of playwright Mr. Harold Pinter, the Arthur Miller of the United Kingdom. CONGRATUALTIONS on winning the Nobel Prize in Literature to this highly talented British and Jewish artist.

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Nagamuthu Osho 14 October 2005

Respected Nobel Laureate, I am indeed delighted and felt gratitude to greet the Great Savant, Nobel Laureate for Literature 2005. The great feat of Noble Laureate already imbibes as multifarious Poet, Stage producer, Screenwriter, indulges in peace, is also well known for his strong opposition to the war in Iraq. It is the rare and pure joy for which all Noble Soul are greeted and granted, bestowed with immaculate worth of eternal Glory. The rare Soul shares, showers the unfathomed, unfettered of ken towards the transient World, who harness the hospice of holy harmony to harbor on Earth. God Bless you, Thanking You, Yours cordially, N.Karthikeyan Osho

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Isn't it true that every aristocrat wants to die?

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