Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | November 20, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Black Stone on Top of a White Stone

by Cesar Vallejo (1892 – 1938).

 

Black Stone on Top of a White Stone (1930)

 

I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,

On a day I already remember.

I shall die in Paris— it does not bother me—

Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.

 

It shall be a Thursday, because today, Thursday                                             5

As I put down these lines, I have set my shoulders

To the evil.  Never like today have I turned,

And headed my whole journey to the ways where I am alone.

 

César Vallejo is dead. They struck him,

All of them, though he did nothing to them,                                                 10

They hit him hard with a stick and hard also

With the end of a rope.  Witnesses are: the Thursdays,

The shoulder bones, the loneliness, the rain, and the roads… 

 

(translated by Thomas Merton)

 

Notes:

http://www.blythe.org/peru-pcp/newflag/nf9801/vallej.htm

http://www.biographybase.com/biography/Vallejo_Cesar.html

 

 

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