After Goya’s “Saturno Devorando a Su Hijo” While in red frenzy now he feeds Upon the child of his age, Whose body in his dark hands bleeds To satisfy his ancient rage, Still in his eyes do we behold Fear glimmer whitely, as if he, The Father of the Gods grown old, Has known his own mortality. Thomas Banks   El Sueño de la Razón (After Goya) Exhausted with the works of light, He lays his head upon his arm, And soon around his head there swarm The strange-eyed offspring of the night. No conscious guard stands to restrict The…