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greatpoetryBlack Stone Lying On A White Stone
Cesar Vallejo
Translated by Robert Bly
I will die in Paris, on a rainy day,
on some day I can already remember.
I will die in Paris--and I don't step aside--
perhaps on a Thursday, as today is Thursday, in autumn.
It will be a Thursday, because today, Thursday, setting down
these lines, I have put my upper arm bones on
wrong, and never so much as today have I found myself
with all the road ahead of me, alone.
Cesar Vallejo is dead. Everyone beat him
although he never does anything to them;
they beat him hard with a stick and hard also
with a rope. These are the witnesses:
the Thursdays, and the bones of my arms,
the solitude, and the rain, and the roads. . .
Cesar Vallejo
Translated by Robert Bly
I will die in Paris, on a rainy day,
on some day I can already remember.
I will die in Paris--and I don't step aside--
perhaps on a Thursday, as today is Thursday, in autumn.
It will be a Thursday, because today, Thursday, setting down
these lines, I have put my upper arm bones on
wrong, and never so much as today have I found myself
with all the road ahead of me, alone.
Cesar Vallejo is dead. Everyone beat him
although he never does anything to them;
they beat him hard with a stick and hard also
with a rope. These are the witnesses:
the Thursdays, and the bones of my arms,
the solitude, and the rain, and the roads. . .
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I will die in Paris, on a rainy day...
Date: 2002-09-24 02:37 pm (UTC)Would you happen to have the lines in the original language at hands?
Re: I will die in Paris, on a rainy day...
Date: 2002-09-26 01:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-25 06:16 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-09-26 01:06 pm (UTC)