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Death series part three: Seek and ye shall not find


by César Vallejo

I’m sitting here on the old patio

beside your absence. It is a black well.

We’d be playing, now. . . I can hear Mama yell… 1.021 palabras más


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Its abstract brilliance

is unapproachable.

But (as bad as it sounds)

I’d die

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a few folks,

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He died in Minneapolis on an ordinary day,
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Poetry Corner: Masses by César Vallejo

Masses by César Vallejo, 1939, translation by Robert Bly.

César Abraham Vallejo Mendoza was a Peruvian poet, writer, playwright, and journalist.
Born the 11th child to parents who were both of mixed Spanish and Quechua Native origins, Vallejo as a child witnessed at first hand hunger and poverty and the injustices done to the indigenous peoples of the region. 226 palabras más

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You have asked me what the crustacean spins between its limbs of gold

and I answer: the sea knows it.

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A day, I imagine, much like today.
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a day I can already remember.

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