Harold Pinter


Harold Pinter Poems

1. Weather Forecast 12/29/2015
2. Death May Be Ageing 12/29/2015
3. To My Wife 12/29/2015
4. Meeting 12/29/2015
5. After Lunch 12/29/2015
6. Ghost 12/29/2015
7. God 12/29/2015
8. Poem 12/29/2015
9. It Is Here 12/29/2015
10. He 12/29/2015
11. Romantic Ireland 12/29/2015
12. The Islands of Aran Seen from the Moher Cliffs 12/29/2015
13. Cancer Cells 10/16/2015
14. The Old Days 12/29/2015
15. The Bombs 12/29/2015
16. Lust 12/29/2015
17. Laughter 12/29/2015
18. God Bless America 12/29/2015
19. Paris 1/14/2014
20. I know the place 12/29/2015
21. I Saw Len Hutton In His Prime... 1/13/2003
22. The Ventriloquists 1/13/2003
23. Don'T Look... 1/13/2003
24. Restaurant 1/13/2003
25. Message 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Harold Pinter


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 ...

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The Ventriloquists

I send my voice into your mouth
You return the compliment

I am the Count of Cannizzaro
You are Her Royal Highness the Princess Augusta

I am the thaumaturgic chain
You hold the opera glass and cards

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