Cesar Vallejo: Black Roses
Bow down your head ol poet To face Gods grace ahead There are no more trenches
To dig today In the forest of your head,
So: Bow down, bow down,
Ol barbaric poet! Death rides the horse ahead I hear the crackling of a whip See the crazed eyes of death.
He summons you to his den The devil and his wind,
So: Bow down, bow down Your blood stained brows He will take you to the edge.
Closer, closer, I see you now Eh! a moving satanic cloud I see a festival of black-roses, I hear clamor in the crowd.
Bow down, bow down, Ol poet I hear your applause!
#666 [5/15/2005
Versin en Espaol Translated by Nancy Penaloza Edited by Rosa Penaloza
Csar Vallejo: Rosas Negras
Inclina tu cabeza viejo poeta Para encarar la gracia de Dios adelante No hay ms trincheras Para cavar hoy En el bosque de tu cabeza,
Entonces:
Inclnate, inclnate Viejo poeta barbrico! La muerte monta el caballo adelante Oigo el crujido de un azote Veo los ojos enloquecidos de la muerte.
El te emplaza a su guarida El demonio y su viento,
Entonces:
Inclina, inclina Tu frente manchada de sangre El te tomar al borde.
Ms cerca, ms cerca, te veo ahora Ah! Como una nube mvil satnica Veo un festival de rosas negras, Oigo el clamor de la muchedumbre.
Inclnate, inclnate viejo poeta Oigo tus aplausos!
#666 (15 de mayo del 2005)
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Author:: Dennis Siluk
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