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 EXTRA
(Jose Marti)
More Poetry from Jose Marti:
- A Sincere Man Am I (Verse I) (Jose Marti Poems)
- The Spanish Dancer (Verse X) (Jose Marti Poems)
- Pour Out Your Sorrows, My Heart (Verse XLVI) (Jose Marti Poems)
- Some Day I'll Visit Longingly (Verse IV) (Jose Marti Poems)
- El Padre Suizo (Jose Marti Poems)
- Media Noche (Jose Marti Poems)