The Window
She is seated at the window, barren of handsome men. Dressed in mourning and pensive, she requires attention from artists and demands reverence from dreamers. Faded by time, she regales and soothes afflicted souls.
She turns her eyes from the solitary street to the opposite hill, where the day disappears like an Asiatic king on a slow elephant. She observes the shade that advances with the furtive step of the beggar to some regal feast.
She shapes her disposition with the dwindling of the light; and watches how the painful cloudscapes compose a scene of holocaust, where her hope, chaste Iphigenia, succumbs amid laments.
La torre de Timón (1925)
{ José Antonio Ramos Sucre, Obra completa, Caracas: Biblioteca Ayacucho, 1989 }
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