Richard Siken

Richard Siken: With All my Road

César Vallejo is cry cry crying about how he will die in the rain, in Paris, on a Thursday. Poor little sad sack, poor bruised pear. It’s inevitable, death. What can you do? The poem I’m refering to is “Black Stone on a White Stone” and it was not prophetic: Vallejo died in Paris on a Friday—Good Friday, April 15, 1938.