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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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