Cesar Vallejo

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

Cesar Vallejo Poems

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  • Ánimo (9/20/2018 7:48:00 AM)

    Que SAF

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  • jJ Young (7/1/2018 3:57:00 PM)

    And it comes up snake eyes. C Vallejo. Poeta

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (4/20/2015 12:28:00 PM)

    César Vallejo is a great Poet, for sure, even if Thomas Merton called him ''he greatest universal poet since Dante'' (!) : an opinion I simply reckon as a negative mark of superficiality in T. Merton's curriculum..

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  • Jack Tricarico (3/27/2014 8:32:00 PM)

    The most unique and inspired poets I have ever read. Truly amazing!

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  • Gordon Nosworthy Gordon Nosworthy (3/27/2014 4:23:00 PM)

    the few poems rendered in english are fantastic
    i fervently hope someone has the time and skill to examine a few more
    from what i've seen - he's insightful

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  • Koena Mokoena Koena Mokoena (3/28/2012 4:52:00 AM)

    Black Stone on Top of a White Stone i think it is about reconciliation as it says with an example of two stones, hence i have no right to kill another person without an i am. Your correspondence will be highly appreciated.

    Have a nice day!

    Yours sincerely.
    Mr. Koena France Mokoena
    Country: South Africa
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Best Poem of Cesar Vallejo

Paris, October 1936

From all of this I am the only one who leaves.
From this bench I go away, from my pants,
from my great situation, from my actions,
from my number split side to side,
from all of this I am the only one who leaves.

From the Champs Elysées or as the strange
alley of the Moon makes a turn,
my death goes away, my cradle leaves,
and, surrounded by people, alone, cut loose,
my human resemblance turns around
and dispatches its shadows one by one.

And I move away from everything, since everything
remains to create my alibi:
my shoe, its eyelet, as well as ...

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Deshojación Sagrada

Luna! Corona de una testa inmensa,
que te vas deshojando en sombras gualdas!
Roja corona de un Jesús que piensa
trágicamente dulce de esmeraldas!

Luna! Alocado corazón celeste
¿por qué bogas así, dentro de copa
llena de vino azul, hacia el oeste,
cual derrotada y dolorida popa?