(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.