Cesar Vallejo

(16 March 1892 – 15 April 1938 / La Libertad)

Cesar Vallejo Poems

1. Dregs -new- 6/18/2015
2. LXI -new- 6/18/2015
3. Weary Rings -new- 6/18/2015
4. XIII 4/2/2015
5. Trilce 4/2/2010
6. Epístola A Los Transeúntes 4/2/2010
7. Quién Hace Tánta Bulla, Y Ni Deja 4/2/2010
8. Los Dados Eternos 4/2/2010
9. España, Aparta De Mí Este Cáliz 4/2/2010
10. Himno A Los Voluntarios De La República 4/2/2010
11. Deshojación Sagrada 4/2/2010
12. La Rueda Del Hambriento 4/2/2010
13. Piedra Negra Sobre Piedra Blanca 4/2/2010
14. Bordas De Hielo 4/2/2010
15. Under The Poplars 4/2/2010
16. Tiempo, Tiempo 4/2/2010
17. Paris, October 1936 1/1/2004
18. Los Heraldos Negros 1/1/2004
19. To My Brother Miguel In Memoriam 1/1/2004
20. Black Messengers. (Translation Of Los Heraldos Negros) 1/1/2004
21. Black Stone On Top Of A White Stone 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Cesar Vallejo

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, 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 ...

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This afternoon it is raining, as never before; and I
have no desire to live, my heart.

This afternoon is sweet. Why should it not be?
Dressed in grace and pain; dressed like a woman.

This afternoon in Lima it is raining. And I recall
the cruel caverns of my ingratitude;
my block of ice over her poppy,

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