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)





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