Aporia Poem by Carlos Drummond de Andrade
Aporia
An insect digs
digs without alarm
perforating the earth
without finding escape.
What to do, exhausted,
in a blocked country,
union of the night
root and mineral?
And the labyrinth
(oh reason and mystery)
suddenly untie itself:
in green, lonely,
antieuclidean,
an orchid is born.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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