page 06 _______________The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe




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He had directed, in great part, the movable embellishments of the seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fete; and it was his own guiding taste which had given character to the masqueraders.
Be sure they were grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and phantasm--much of what has been seen in "Hernani."
El príncipe se había ocupado personalmente de gran parte de la decoración de las siete salas destinadas a la gran fiesta, su gusto había guiado la elección de los disfraces.

Grotescos eran éstos, a no dudarlo. Reinaba en ellos el brillo, el esplendor, lo picante y lo fantasmagórico.

There were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There were delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There were much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And these the dreams--writhed in and about, taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps.
Veíanse figuras de arabesco, con siluetas y atuendos incongruentes, veíanse fantasías delirantes, como las que aman los locos. En verdad, en aquellas siete cámaras se movía, de un lado a otro, una multitud de sueños. Y aquellos sueños se contorsionaban en todas partes, cambiando de color al pasar por los aposentos, y haciendo que la extraña música de la orquesta pareciera el eco de sus pasos.

And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime die away--they have endured but an instant--and a light half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted windows through which stream the rays of the tripods. But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven there are now none of the maskers who venture, for the night is waning away; and there flows a ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness of the sable drapery appalls; and to him whose foot falls on the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the more remote gaieties of the other apartments.
Mas otra vez tañe el reloj que se alza en el aposento de terciopelo. Por un momento todo queda inmóvil; todo es silencio, salvo la voz del reloj.
Los sueños están helados, rígidos en sus posturas. Pero los ecos del tañido se pierden -apenas han durado un instante- y una risa ligera, a medias sofocada, flota tras ellos en su fuga. Otra vez crece la música, viven los sueños, contorsionándose al pasar por las ventanas, por las cuales irrumpen los rayos de los trípodes. Mas en la cámara que da al oeste ninguna máscara se aventura, pues la noche avanza y una luz más roja se filtra por los cristales de color de sangre; aterradora es la tiniebla de las colgaduras negras; y, para aquél cuyo pie se pose en la sombría alfombra, brota del reloj de ébano un ahogado resonar mucho más solemne que los que alcanzan a oír las máscaras entregadas a la lejana alegría de las otras estancias.








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