Tag Archives: César Vallejo

Vallejo and his pants

 

Vallejo meditated on ways to make his pants last

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In the end you kneel
before physics

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when it gets too cold in Michigan
stray kittens lose their paws to frostbite
(what do they do after that?)

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Armenians shed family
on the long march
like your lover doing a striptease
all the way to the bedroom
(what is obscene?)

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Throw darts at life at history
it’s hard to miss an atrocity

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Vallejo!

Insuffle-moi ta peine

 

You drove a cross into days

that tasted like eyebrows

strangled your pain around syllables

for him, over there

the one who doesn’t see you

and    for     parasites like me

 

today I want to be sad

and so I am

I want to pour sadness over my head

from the swill bucket of sadness

and after I’ve doused myself

I’ll light a match and set sadness on fire

…I’m so tired…

 

I’ll think of the monk and his immolation

I’ll think of a planet in its isolation

I’ll think of the crushed wing of the butterfly

I’ll think of the salesman’s smile, the girl who didn’t cry

I’ll think of what I don’t remember

I’ll remember to close the door

open it again