Continuing my walks with poets series of posts, here’s an interesting one by Beckett.
A lonely stroller keeps walking around and around. The alliterations and repetitions create a hypnotic experience that takes us from merely reading to feeling this walk. It’s world-weary, heavy and keeps repeating. It’s trance-like. It has its melody that you hear and even more so when you read it aloud. Amazing and I think challenging to translate.
There’s been a song set to this poem. I’ve found it by accident, so not sure if there’s more music with this poem.