Thursday, January 1, 2004

Black Stone On Top Of A White Stone Comments

Rating: 3.7

I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,
On a day I already remember.
I shall die in Paris- it does not bother me-
Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.
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Richard Wlodarski 28 April 2016

Thursdays will now have a new meaning for me. I shall toast this poet on Thursdays.

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Michelle Claus 27 March 2014

Powerful. The first two lines reeled me in; I had to read on.

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Richard Blay 27 March 2014

I love this poem much. Nice!

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Cecilia Nicoletti 09 February 2007

The native man speaks no much.And use to be silent because hes word has been taken a long time ago from him.Vallejo interrups the old silence of natives in South American Literature.And it is true, he speaks as a white man and he lands at Europe to more lonely and sad.For his complex poetry it is about to be valued as he deserves.And to understand the real importance of having a voice and being heard...

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