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11.01.2011., utorak
Ceasar Vallejo: Black Roses [In English and Spanish]
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Cesar Vallejo: Black RosesBow down your head ol’ poet— To face God’s grace ahead There are no more trenchesTo 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, . |
