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Thursday, April 02, 2009

entry arrow8:11 PM | Black Stone Lying on a White Stone

By César 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.

        César 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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