La hora / José Antonio Ramos Sucre

The Hour

The compassionate maiden, with winged voice, crosses the orchard of anemones and marigolds.
     A gust from the gloomy sky stirs up the vultures of war from a demolished plaza and moistens the leaves of a legendary myrtle.
     The silhouette of a fateful numen and its turbulent horse grows on the free horizon.
     Its threat, rhythm of thunder, obfuscates the impassive towers.




El cielo de esmalte (1929)




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