Black Messengers. (translation Of Los Heraldos Negros) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCA CCCC DCAE FGHCC A| There are in life such hard blows I don't know | A |
| Blows seemingly from God's wrath as if before them | B |
| the undertow of all our sufferings | C |
| is embedded in our souls I don't know | A |
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| There are few but are opening dark furrows | C |
| in the fiercest of faces and the strongest of loins | C |
| They are perhaps the colts of barbaric Attilas | C |
| or the dark heralds Death sends us | C |
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| They are the deep falls of the Christ of the soul | D |
| of some adorable one that Destiny Blasphemes | C |
| Those bloody blows are the crepitation | A |
| of some bread getting burned on us by the oven's door | E |
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| And the man poor poor | F |
| He turns his eyes around like | G |
| when patting calls us upon our shoulder | H |
| he turns his crazed maddened eyes | C |
| and all of life's experiences become stagnant like a puddle of guilt in a daze | C |
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| There are such hard blows in life I don't know | A |
Cesar Vallejo
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