CESAR VALLEJO
circa
1926
The three hundred womanly states of the Eiff"el Tower
are frozen. The Hertzian mane of culture on the tower,
its down of sights, its vivid steelwork, bolted to a
moral Cartesian system, are frozen.
The Bois de Boulogne, green from private clause, is
frozen.
The Chamber of Deputies, where Briand exclaims: "I
hereby call on
all
of the peoples of the earth... ",
and at whose doors the guard unconsciously caresses
his cartridge of human restlessness, his simple manly
bomb, his eternal Pascalian principle, is frozen.
The Champs Elysees, grey from public clause, is fro–
zen
The statues that periplate the Place de Concord and
above whose Phrygian caps one hears time studying to be
infinite are frozen.
The dice of the Catholic Calvaries of Paris are fro–
zen even on the face of the threes.
The civil cocks, astonished on the Gothic needles of
Notre-Dame and Sacre-Coeur, are frozen.
The maiden of the Parisian countryside, whose thumb
never repeats itself while measuring the range of her
eyes, is frozen.
The bidirectional andante of Stravinsky's "The Fire–
bird" is frozen.
Einstein's scribbling on the blackboard in the Riche–
lieu amphitheater of the Sorbonne is frozen.
