Love this strange, hypnotic poem from Cszelaw Milosz’s anthology, A Book of Luminous Things. Image description below. 
Page from a book that reads: “Carlos Drummond de Andrade. 1902-1987. This poem is like a joke and we are inclined, first, to smile, yet a moment of thought suffices to restore a serious meaning to such an encounter.
It is enough to live truly intensely our meeting with a thing to preserve it forever in our memory.”Title of poem: “In the Middle of the Road.”
Copy of poem: “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 that 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.”
Translated from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Bishop.” There is a hand covering the right side of the page.
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