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To My Brother Miguel in Memoriam

Brother, today I sit on the brick bench outside the house,
where you make a bottomless emptiness.
I remember we used to play at this hour of the day, and mama
would calm us: "There now, boys..."
Now I go hide
as before, from all these evening
prayers, and I hope that you will not find me.
In the parlor, the entrance hall, the corridors.
Later, you hide, and I do not find you.
I remember we made each other cry,
brother, in that game.

Miguel, you hid yourself
one night in August, nearly at daybreak,
but instead of laughing when you hid, you were sad.
And your other heart of those dead afternoons
is tired of looking and not finding you.  And now
shadows fall on the soul.

Listen, brother, don't be too late
coming out. All right? Mama might worry.

Credit


From Neruda and Vallejo: Selected Poems. Edited by Robert Bly, Beacon Press, Boston, 1971, 1990. Copyright © 1993 by Robert Bly. Used with his permission.

Author


César Vallejo

César Abraham Vallejo was born on March 16, 1892, in Santiago de Chuco,

Date Published: 1993-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/my-brother-miguel-memoriam