José Asunción Silva,
Day of the Dead
“ Through the gloomy air an unseen hand throws A dark, opaque veil of lethal melancholy, And there is not anyone who, deep-down, is not calmed and recovered When they see the gray clouds of the sombre atmosphere, And when they hear above Sad and dark The sleepy accents Also extremely sad and uncertain With which the bells sound The mournful bells that speak to the living About the dead! ”
