Cesar Vallejo

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

Cesar Vallejo Poems

Comments about Cesar Vallejo

  • 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..

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

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

  • 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

  • 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

Black Messengers. (Translation Of Los Heraldos Negros)

There are in life such hard blows . . . I don't know!
Blows seemingly from God's wrath; as if before them
the undertow of all our sufferings
is embedded in our souls . . . I don't know!

There are few; but are . . . opening dark furrows
in the fiercest of faces and the strongest of loins,
They are perhaps the colts of barbaric Attilas
or the dark heralds Death sends us.


They are the deep falls of the Christ of the soul,
of some adorable one that Destiny Blasphemes.
Those bloody blows are the crepitation
of some bread getting burned on us by the ...

Read the full of Black Messengers. (Translation Of Los Heraldos Negros)

Bordas De Hielo

Vengo a verte pasar todos los días,
vaporcito encantado siempre lejos...
Tus ojos son dos rubios capitanes;
tu labio es un brevísimo pañuelo
rojo que ondea en un adiós de sangre!

Vengo a verte pasar; hasta que un día,
embriagada de tiempo y de crueldad,
vaporcito encantado siempre lejos,

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