Born on this day March 16, 1892, César Vallejo, a Peruvian poet and writer, is globally recognized for his unique contributions to Literary Traditions and his significant influence on modern perspectives in literature. Vallejo’s work corresponds to a transition phase where he ingeniously bridges the gap between established literary conventions and the evolving modernist approach. His poetry collections, especially Los heraldos negros and Trilce, are testament to his innovative style that seamlessly blends traditional and modern elements, offering a refreshing outlook towards literature.

Los heraldos negros is considered one of Vallejo’s most significant works, where he examines the human condition in relation to themes of suffering and redemption. The collection resonates with the classical sonnet structures and traditional metric forms, yet it deviates from the norm by incorporating an intense emotional depth and a distinctive tone of anguish. It is this amalgamation of conventional form with radical sentiment that sets Los heraldos negros apart, making it an emblem of Vallejo’s ability to bridge different literary traditions.

On the other hand, Trilce, Vallejo’s subsequent collection, marks a significant departure from traditional poetic forms. It is an avant-garde masterpiece that embraces a highly experimental structure replete with irregular syntax, neologisms, and complex imagery. Despite its break from tradition, Trilce still maintains a connection to the past through its exploration of universal themes like love and despair.

César Vallejo’s work can be seen as a vital bridge between established literary traditions and the evolving modern perspectives. His prowess in blending different literary styles has inspired generations of writers globally, proving that innovation can coexist with tradition without compromising on the depth and authenticity of expression.

Under the Poplars

       for José Eulogio Garrido

       Like priestly imprisoned poets,         
the poplars of blood have fallen asleep.
On the hills, the flocks of Bethlehem                  
chew arias of grass at sunset.                  

      The ancient shepherd, who shivers         
at the last martyrdoms of light,                  
in his Easter eyes has caught                           
a purebred flock of stars.                           

      Formed in orphanhood, he goes down         
with rumors of burial to the praying field,         
and the sheep bells are seasoned with shadow.

      It survives, the blue warped         
in iron, and on it, pupils shrouded,                  
a dog etches its pastoral howl.

-César Vallejo

Curated by Jennifer