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, andour 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 delas sombrasfinas 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 Finasmás 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
(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, andour 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 delas sombrasfinas 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 Finasmás 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
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