The Plateau
The orphans have been educated in the free meadows. They only execute the velleities of their fancy.
They have discovered the secrets of rustic medicine, watching the customs of the animals. They reflect on the specimens of the forest, from the cedar to the hyssop, in the manner of Solomon, the happy monarch. A bear has ceded his cavern to them, using the graciousness of a grandfather. A strident bird teaches them how to forecast the rain.
They sing in the night’s retreat and the dark green frog dances on two feet in front of a mortal moon.
They dissipate the visions of shade and fear stirring in the air a branch of Celtic verbena.
They abstain from lighting a fire on days subject to an iniquitous constellation. A bloody figure, dressed in the cassock of the tortured, divides the fauces of the earth and declares itself their progenitor.
The orphans drive it away directing unworthy nicknames at it, reserved for the mole and other creatures of sordid homes.
El cielo de esmalte (1929)
{ José Antonio Ramos Sucre, Obra completa, Caracas: Biblioteca Ayacucho, 1989 }
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