Jose Marti

(1853-1895 / Cuba)

I Have Come To The Strange Ball (Verse Xxii) - Poem by Jose Marti

I have come to the strange ball
Where tails and gaiters abound,
And the best hunters the year-round
The New Year wait to install.

A violet duchess careens
In the arms of a red coat:
A painted viscount of note
Keeps time on a tambourine.

And the red waistcoats whirl by,
And the flaming tulles are flowing,
As dead leaves the wind is blowing
In front of a blind man's eye.

ESTOY EN UN BAILE EXTRAÑO... (Verso XXII)

Estoy en el baile extraño


De polaina y casaquín

Que dan, del año hacia el fin,
Los cazadores del año.


Una duquesa violeta
Va con un frac colorado:
Marca un vizconde pintado
El tiempo en la pandereta.

Y pasan las chupas rojas,
Pasan los tules de fuego,
Como delante de un ciego
Pasan volando las hojas.


Comments about I Have Come To The Strange Ball (Verse Xxii) by Jose Marti

  • Rajnish Manga (1/28/2017 11:08:00 PM)


    Amazing description of the participants in the New Year Ball. Nice poem. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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