Cesar Vallejo

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

Paris, October 1936 - Poem by Cesar Vallejo

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 its mud
and even the bend in the elbow
of my own buttoned shirt.


Comments about Paris, October 1936 by Cesar Vallejo

  • Edward Kofi Louis (7/3/2017 1:37:00 PM)


    The only one! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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  • Seamus O' Brian (7/3/2017 1:21:00 PM)


    Haunting work. Very reflective. The poignant sadness, the sense of the undone, what might have been accomplished, it is all very palpable in the superbly descriptive details. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (7/3/2017 4:45:00 AM)


    And I move away from everything, since everything
    remains to create my alibi: - - - - -//- - - - - Such a wonderful expression and minute observation. So thoughtful.
    (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (7/3/2017 12:41:00 AM)


    Reminds me of the song WHEN OCTOBER GOES popularized by BARRY MANILOW...Thanks for posting... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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