Spring has arrived early and I'm also thinking forward to April being poetry month. I've been reading quite a bit of poetry and found one in which repetition seems very right. The photo herewith is not a mere stone -- more like the result of an avalanche. You can think of it as a visual pun to go with the poem.In the Middle of the Road
In the middle of the road there was a stone
there was a stone in the middle of the road
there was a stone
in the middle of the road there was a stone.
Never should I forget this event
in the life of my fatigued retinas.
Never should I forget in the middle of the road
there was a stone
there was a stone in the middle of the road
in the middle of the road there was a stone.
by Carlos Drummond De Anrade (Portuguese)
This is from an anthology edited by Czeslaw Milosz, A Book of Luminous Things
