| Cesar Vallejo Walks The Streets of Paris by Kevin Hull | ||
Cesar Vallejo saw death moving in the sad-eyed mongrel graces, flaring behind the stone irises, and sinking into the resounding sea. He knew the future would prove his words, as humanity continued to build gaudy monuments to utter nonsense, and the unlived unspoken truth, handcuffed between ambition and dread, pulled them down into the black waters. Cesar Vallejo knew we were dead, and tried to sing us back to life. . . walking the streets of Paris in the rain, a ragged beggar asking door to door: Have you seen life, can you spare a crumb, is there a kind word hidden in your breast, a smile struggling to overcome? A poet approaches a door on a rainy morning, he staggers and stutters and, finally, he falls. They bury him in the earth, and speak sacred words over his dream of a life. And then they turn and carry their deaths home to supper. _________________________________________________________________________ KEVIN HULL is the editor of White Heron Press. If you're interested in learning more about The White Heron Press, regarding chapbooks and The White Heron Review, you can email Kevin Hull at whiteheron@mindspring.com
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