Translation:The Black Heralds (1918)/Agape

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César Vallejo1846315The Black Heralds — Agape1918Wikisource

 
Today no one has come to question;
nor to ask of me this late afternoon.

I haven’t even seen a cemetery flower
in such a joyful procession of lights.
Forgive me, Lord: how little I have died!

On this late afternoon, they all, they all pass by
without questioning me or asking anything of me.
I don’t know what is forgotten and remains uneasily
in my hands, like some alien thing.

I have gone up to the door,
and I have the urge to shout to all of them:
If you’re missing something, it remains right here!

Because in all the late afternoons of this life,
I don’t know with what doors they close in one’s face,
and my soul is upset over something alien.

Today no one has come;
and today I have died so little this late afternoon.