Moon! Crown of an immense head,
which you keep shedding in golden shadows!
Red crown of a Jesus who thinks
tragically sweet of emeralds!
Moon! Maddened celestial heart
—why are you rowing like this, inside the cup
full of blue wine, toward the west,
such a defeated and aching stern?
Moon! And by flying off in vain,
you holocaust into scattered opals:
perhaps you are my gypsy heart
wandering the blue weeping verses!
— César Vallejo, from “Agile Soffits: Sacred Defoliacity,” The Complete Poetry (University of California Press, 2007)