El desvarío de Calipso / José Antonio Ramos Sucre

Calipso’s Delirium

Ulysses, reclined on the sand dune, sets his gaze on the solitary sea. He lives consumed by nostalgia and cultivates pious feelings and a severe memory.
     The nymph, dressed in her hair, calls him voices from the foot of the shining holm oak.
     Ulysses, demolisher of cities, watches the vertigo of the clouds and thinks of fire’s delirious smoke, bonfire of decrepit kingdoms, and in the veracity of his epic nickname. The sun once more exercises its authority of titan conqueror of chaos.
     Ulysses is missing his hatchet, of instantaneous cut, required for a pine section and a skiff’s adornment.
     Swimming he reaches a floating log, wounded by a ray in the sky, and travels according to the course of a current visible amid the confused waves.
     An escort of tritons, of libertine visage, blows, stirred up, its seashell acoustic pavilion.




Las formas del fuego (1929)




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