I have faith that I am,
and that I’ve been less.
Hey! A good start!
translated by Clayton Eshleman
Peruvian poet
from No. LII from Trilce by Cesar Vallejo
Or you’ll want to accompany old age
to unplug the tap of dusk,
so that all the water slipping away by night
surges during the day.
translated by Clayton Eshleman
from poem XXXIII in Trilce by Cesar Vallejo
It will not be what is yet to come, but
that which came and already left,
but that which came and already left.
translated by Clayton Eshleman
from Our Bread by Cesar Vallejo
And in this frigid hour, when the earth
smells of human dust and is so sad,
I want to knock on every door
and beg forgiveness of I don’t know whom,
and bake bits of fresh bread for him,
here, in the oven of my heart. . .
translated by Rebecca Seiferle
Leonard Durso 