Shadows of the andes; ollantayambo; and cesar vallejo [poems in english and spanish]
1) Shadows 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 arrived 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 through the Andes. Upon my arrival home, I told my wife, perhaps 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 caÃÂÂÂda)
Yo armonizaré, adhiriéndome
A las montañas-
Dentro de sus sombras
Finas más débiles
2) Battle 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 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,
I hear clamor 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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