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, ... more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
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
Poem (Don't look...)
Don't look. The world's about to break. Don't look.
I send my voice into your mouth You return the compliment I am the Count of Cannizzaro
The curtain white in folds, She walks two steps and turns, The curtain still, the light Staggers in her eyes.
Poem (I saw Len Hutton in his prime...)
I saw Len Hutton in his prime Another time
Quotationsmore quotations »
''Isn't it true that every aristocrat wants to die?''Harold Pinter (b. 1930), British playwright, screenwriter, and Joseph Losey. Stephen (Dirk Bogarde), Accident, to an aristocratic student (1967). ...
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
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 ...