Ceasar Vallejo: Black Roses [In English and Spanish]
Cesar Vallejo: Black Roses
Bow down your head ol' poet-To face God's grace aheadThere 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 aheadI hear the crackling of a whipSee the crazed eyes of death.
He summons you to his den-The devil and his wind,
So-:Bow down, bow downYour blood stained browsHe will take you to the edge.
Closer, closer, I see you nowEh! 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]
Versión en EspañolTranslated by Nancy PenalozaEdited by Rosa Penaloza
César Vallejo:Rosas Negras
Inclina tu cabeza viejo poeta-Para encarar la gracia de Dios adelanteNo hay más trincheras Para cavar hoy ?En el bosque de tu cabeza,
Entonces-:
Inclínate, inclínate ¡Viejo poeta barbárico!La muerte monta el caballo adelanteOigo el crujido de un azoteVeo los ojos enloquecidos de la muerte.
El te emplaza a su guarida-El demonio y su viento,
Entonces-:
Inclina, inclinaTu frente manchada de sangreEl te tomará al borde.
Más cerca, más cerca, te veo ahora¡Ah! Como una nube móvil satánica-Veo un festival de rosas negras,Oigo el clamor de la muchedumbre.
Inclínate, inclínate viejo poeta ¡Oigo tus aplausos!
#666 (15 de mayo del 2005)
Dennis Siluk's poetry is known worldwide, and has been in many newspapers; his first book, "The Other Door," now a rare book to find, of which only 750-copies were made, is a treasure for many seeking one if they can find one. His new book coming out in October will be Peruvian Poems [in Spanish and English] look for it...see his site at http://dennissiluk.tripod [this poem wil be in the book]
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