Trance / José Antonio Ramos Sucre


I have dreamed of the golden beauty. I watch her grace and feel her voice.
     With elegant reasons she begins a promising conversation.
     I am kneeling. I want to oppress in my hands her thin and lazy right side.
     She expounds in a select language an event from illustrious centuries. She refers to the troubles of a disillusioned troubadour.
     I spy traces of her illuminated face.
     She adds comments of sharp and suspicious criticism, and I agree with an inscrutable muteness.

La torre de Timón (1925)

{ José Antonio Ramos Sucre, Obra completa, Caracas: Biblioteca Ayacucho, 1989 }

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