Cesar Vallejo: Black Roses
Bow down your head ol' poet- To face God's grace ahead There 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 ahead I hear the crackling of a whip See the crazed eyes of death.
He summons you to his den- The devil and his wind,
So-: Bow down, bow down Your blood stained brows He will take you to the edge.
Closer, closer, I see you now Eh! 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 Español Translated by Nancy Penaloza Edited by Rosa Penaloza
César Vallejo: Rosas Negras
Inclina tu cabeza viejo poeta- Para encarar la gracia de Dios adelante No hay más trincheras Para cavar hoy ? En el bosque de tu cabeza,
Entonces-:
Inclínate, inclínate ¡Viejo poeta barbárico! La muerte monta el caballo adelante Oigo el crujido de un azote Veo los ojos enloquecidos de la muerte.
El te emplaza a su guarida- El demonio y su viento,
Entonces-:
Inclina, inclina Tu frente manchada de sangre El 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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