Black Messengers. (Translation Of Los Heraldos Negros) Comments

While I understand the economy of having the poems read aloud by a computer, it does seem blasphemous...or satirical...or, in the case of this particular poem...giving up...

Poetry is the most difficult form of writing. Why? Because not one word can be wasted. The translation of poetry is an arduous task. The translator must not only capture the essence of the poem, but also, every little nuance. Vallejo's poetry gives me even greater incentive to study the most beautiful of languages.

Who did the translation? If Cesar Vallejo is the poet, who was the translator? He/she should be given credit. Does anyone know where I can find a copy of this poem in the original Spanish? It must surely be better than this translation, which only has a rating of 6.0 out of ten from the 40 people who have voted so far.

The years and centuries change - but this poem expresses the truth that we souls do not... A human condition for the ages - quite thoughtful and spiritual this...

and all of life's experiences become stagnant, like a puddle of guilt, in a daze. Sad! Quiet skilled writing to penetrate humanity.

A reviewer (Alaric) on Amazon proposed this alternative translation, which I prefer: There are beatings in life, so heavy... I don't know! - Lashes issued from the hatred of God, as if before them the undercurrent of all endured; welts inundated within the soul... I don't know! They are few, but they're... They burrow uncertain lines in the most insolent faces, and in the strongest back; Perhaps they are the colts of barbarous Attilas, or the black heralds dispatched to us at Death's behest. They are the deep descents of the Christs of the soul, of some adored faith cursed by Fate. Those bloodying blows are crepetations at the oven's door of some loaf we burn with. And the man, the poor... poor man! - He turns his eyes... he turns his maddened eyes as when a hand on the shoulder falls upon us, and everything lived swells -like a pool of guilt- in the glance. There are blows in life, so heavy... I don't know!