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Black 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,

As I put down these lines,

I have set my

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

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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Cesar Vallejo

César Abraham Vallejo Mendoza (March 16, 1892 – April 15, 1938) was a Peruvian poet, writer, playwright, and journalist. Although he published o…

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