… my bones feel the turn

(Tales of Power)

Black Stone on a White Stone

By Cesar Vallejo

 

I will die in Paris while it rains,

on a day which I already remember.

I will die in Paris – and I do not run away –

perhaps in the Autumn, on a Thursday, as it is today.

It will be a Thursday, because today,

the Thursday that I write these lines,

my bones feel the turn,

and never so much as today, in all my road,

have I seen myself alone.