Another alas has triumphed. There lies the truth

                LXXIII

Another alas has triumphed. There lies the truth.
And whoever acts so, won't he really know
how to train excellent digitigrades
for the mouse Yes... No... ?

 Another alas has triumphed and against no one.
Oh exosmosis of chemically pure water.
Ah southwinds of mine. Oh our divines.
 I have the right then
to be green and content and dangerous, and to be
the chisel, the fear of the crude coarse block;
to put my foot in it, and to laughter.

 Absurd, only you are pure.
Absurd, only before you does this excess
sweat with golden pleasure.

César Vallejo
Translator: Michael Smith & Valentino Gianuzzi


Trilce (1922) (1930)  
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