Anadiplosis [an-uh-di-ploh-sis] is the repetition of the last word (or group of words) of a clause or sentence at or near the beginning of the next clause or sentence. It is derived from two Greek words that mean “to reduplicate” or “to double back again.”
Anadiplosis is a powerful rhetorical device, a device often used to propel a point to its final climax. Although “anadiplosis” is not really a word that you would use in a sentence, it is quite useful when constructing a sentence, particularly in poetry and speech writing.
Here are a few examples of an anadiplosis in action:
I am Sam, Sam I am. — Dr. Seuss, Green Eggs and Ham
… suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us…. — Romans 5:3-5
Creation smiles in various beauty gay,
While day to night, and night succeeds to day:
— Phillis Wheatley, excerpt from “Thoughts on the Works of Providence”
Literary devices such as the anadiplosis are reminders that there is great power in the careful use of words. Words make up sentences, sentences convey ideas, and ideas touch our hearts and minds in fleeting or lasting ways.
On Sunday, August 26th, the Washington Street Writers, a poetry writing and critiquing group of seven from the Raleigh (NC) area, celebrated twenty years (and counting!) of supporting one another in their writing and publishing pursuits.
Washington Street Writers, L to R: Lenard D. Moore, Jan Zaleski Hilton, Randy W. Pait, Richard Krawiec, Bruce Lader, Sally Ann Drucker, and Beverly Fields Burnette
The 20th Anniversary Celebration was held at the Southwest Regional Branch of the Durham County Public Library and was sponsored by the Durham Library Foundation Humanities Society. The public event was an eclectic mix of panel discussion, poetry readings, and even a poetry-critiquing exercise designed to engage and inform the audience.
The impressively-published septet offered helpful insights and writing tips, not the least of which was to strive to make each work a work of art.
Those in attendance whet their artistic appetites, nourished their literary inclinations, and feasted on culinary delights.
My name is Lori. I am five years old. I am in the first grade. I do my best work.
That was one of the first stories I ever wrote. By winter of that same school year, I had become an artist – a poet – penning words like these:
Winter is pretty. The trees and house are snowy.
Winter is cold. I dress warm.
Winter is fun.
Winter is making snowmen. Winter is making snow houses.
Winter is what you want it to be.
Winter is still here.
If you have kiddies, I encourage you to give them pencils and let them “fill their papers with the breathing of their hearts.” What your child writes will be a window into a developing worldview (the second-to-last line of my poem being an alarming case in point) and an opportunity to help your child guard his/her heart from error. Why? Because everything flows from the heart.
My collection of stories from the first grade include a tale of Mr. Fig, a commentary on happiness, a pithy piece on what it might be like to own an elephant, a pondering of forgotten things, & more.
 Adapted from a quote by William Wordsworth.
 Proverbs 4:23 – Watch over your heart with all diligence, for from it flow the springs of life.