The Mirror of the Fairies
The virgin with the sword on her belt visits the deep pool to see the image of her gallant man, returned from among the dead. She satisfies her purpose without dismounting from the rebellious horse.
The virgin tightens at that moment a crown of nettles, belonging to King Lear, victim of his presumption.
She would grow vain from her happiness when extolling with redundant praise the merits of the gallant man and she was heard by the caretakers of pride, the evil ministers of Destiny.
Death assumes the gesture of an ironic old man and interrupts the lover’s path to the impassioned interview. He manages to anger him with his ambiguous parables and mocks him and cuts him down with a type of trident, obsolete arm.
Ovid, the fabulist of the Gentiles, would have decanted the woman’s weeping in a hoarse elegy and would have turned her into a cypress, annulling the human figure.
The septentrional fairies, reconciled with the baby Jesus and participants in the celebration of his birth, took pity on an unfortunate love and allow the apparition of the shade on the basin of their sapphire lake.
El cielo de esmalte (1929)
{ José Antonio Ramos Sucre, Obra completa, Caracas: Biblioteca Ayacucho, 1989 }
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