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Darkness of the andes; ollantayambo; and cesar vallejo [poems in english and spanish] - poetry

 

1) Dimness of the Andes [or: Song to the Andes]

I shall blend-in, into the

Mountains-
Into the faintest thin

Shadows

of the mountains!
Like the moss on moistened

Stone

Like a leaf blown far from

Home?

(freshly fallen)!

I shall blend-in, clinging

To the mountains-
Into its faintest thin

Shadows

Note: when I at home back home from Peru, my 7th trip in five years [April, 2005], I had spend about 30-days this time on the trip. I visited the Mantaro Valley, Huancayo, and drove by means of the Andes. Upon my arrival home, I told my wife, maybe a week or two thereafter, "We are going to go there and live. " Thus, we sold everything, and our home in Minnesota, and purchased a condo in the Andes, and now it is all history.

Sombras de los Andes

Yo armonizaré, dentro de las
Montañas-
¡Dentro de las sombras finas
Más débiles
De las montañas!

Como el musgo de las piedras
Humedecidas

Como una hoja echada a volar
Lejos de casa

(Recién caída)

Yo armonizaré, adhiriéndome
A las montañas-
Dentro de sus sombras
Finas más débiles

2) Campaign of Ollantayambo

In Ollantayambo-
Thousands of warriors crowed the terraces,
To repel Herrando Pizarro's attack-;
Among them, Manco Inca appeared
On horseback, with a lance in his hand
Horrifying, Pizarro's unsuccessful advance.

6/30/05 #745

In Spanish

Batalla de Ollantaytambo

En Ollantaytambo-
Miles de soldados llenaban las terrazas,
Para rechazar el ataque de Pizarro-;
Entre ellos, apareció Manco Inca
Montado en su caballo, con una lanza en su mano
Horrorizando, el fracasado avance de Pizarro.

6/30/05 #745

3) Cesar Vallejo's:
Feasible of Black Roses

Bow down your head ol' poet-
To face God's grace ahead
There are no more trenches

To dig today?
In the afforest 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 crazy eyes of death.

He writ you to his den-
The devil and his wind,

So-: Bow down, bow down
Your blood blemished brows
He will take you to the edge.

Closer, closer, I see you now
Eh! a heartbreaking satanic cloud-
I see a festival of black-roses,
I hear cry in the crowd.

Bow down, bow down, Ol' poet
?I hear your applause!

#666 [5/15/2005] In English only

Dennis Siluk http://dennissiluk. tripod. com


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