Vislumbre del día aciago / José Antonio Ramos Sucre

Glimmer of the Fateful Day

The meadow ends in a grove. The vegetables, of a mournful green, prosper freely in the absorbed air, entrusted to the faint sun. A chilled bird, with a tenuous chirping, rises in demand of light. It flies and trills amid a feeble white splendor. It poses once on the red roof of a building, a two-story mansion, abandoned and isolated.
     It mourns the transparent spring, when it would flutter, tracing fleeting orbs and lines. It endures floods and whirlwinds, meteors of the malignant season. It observes the repose of the clouds and the heaped on shadows. It receives the earth’s lethargic suggestion and remains immobile, blending into the dejected panorama.
     It resists the calamitous energies, loosed from its nocturnal jail, gathering its own weak breaths, accustomed to the oscillations of immortal nature; and holds a resemblance to the spectator of a liturgical scene, preliminary to the unfailing return of jubilation, commented by the wind on its sad fife.




La torre de Timón (1925)




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