On April 15, 1938, having swept down the Ebro vallev, the Spanish Nationalists reached the Mediterranean. In the film To Die in Madrid there is a scene of the troops frolicking in the surf. On the same day, at dawn, one of the greatest poets of the modern era cried out in delirium from his deathbed in a Parisian clinic, “I am going to Spain! I want to go to Spain!”
César Abraham Vallejo was born in the medieval Andean town of Santiago de Chuco, in northem Perú, on Alarch 16, 1892. The youngest of eleven children, César grew up in a home saturated in religious devotion; his family openly hoped he would become a priest. Juan Larrea and Juan Espejo, friends and biographers of the poet, speak of the profound anguish in Vallejo caused by the conflict between the spiritual and the worldly — especially in regard to his erotic experiences — which had its roots in the deep idealism, the sense of sin, good, and evil, of such Catholic upbringing.
When he was eighteen, Vallejo went to Trujillo for the first time and enrolled in the university as a student in Letras. He soon ran out of money and went to work in the mining town of Quiruvilca. A year later, with family aid, he again tried the university, this time in Lima. It tumed out that his family could not support him, and 1911 and 1912 find him working as a tutor for the owner’s children in a sierra hacienda. With savings, he entered the university at Trujillo in 1913 and re- ceived his Bachelor’s degree two years later. It was on the hacienda that Vallejo, whose grandmothers were puré Indian,
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