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César Vallejo

If I have sung a lot, I have cried even more for you-oh my sublime parable of love!                                 Remain in the brain,                                 and in the immense myth                                 of my heart! — César Vallejo, from “For the Impossible Soul of My Lover,” The Complete Poetry (University of California Press, 2007) Advertisements

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César Vallejo

Moon: it is no use flying anyway, so you go up in a flame of scattered opals: maybe you are my heart, who is like a gypsy, who loafs in the sky, shedding poems like tears! — César Vallejo, from “A Divine Falling of Leaves,” trans. James Wright,Co llected Poems: James Wright (Wesleyan University Press,… Continue reading César Vallejo

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César Vallejo

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… Continue reading César Vallejo

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César Vallejo

If I have sung a lot, I have cried even more for you-oh my sublime parable of love!                                Remain in the brain,                                and in the immense myth                                of my heart! — César Vallejo, from “For the Impossible Soul of My Lover,” The Complete Poetry (University of California Press, 2007)

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César Vallejo

I will die in Paris with a rainstorm, on a day I already remember, I will die in Paris—and I don’t shy away— perhaps on a Thursday, as today is, in autumn.        It will be Thursday, because today, Thursday, as I prose these lines, I’ve put on my humeri in a bad mood, and,… Continue reading César Vallejo

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