Benediction
July 5, 2023As A Computer
July 5, 2023Black Stone on Top of a White Stone
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
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,
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…
Cesar Vallejo
Cesar Vallejo (1892-1938) was a Peruvian poet and writer known for his experimental, surrealist approach to poetry. His works include the collections "Trilce" and "Los Heraldos Negros," which explored themes of social justice, identity, and the human condition. Vallejo's work has had a significant influence on Latin American literature and poetry.