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Suave es la bella como si música y madera,
ágata, telas, trigo, duraznos transparentes,
hubieran erigido la fugitiva estatua.
Hacia la ola dirige su contraria frescura.
This beauty is soft as if music and wood,
agate, cloth, wheat, peaches the light shines through,
had made an ephemeral statue.
And now she sends her freshness out, against the waves.
El mar moja bruñidos pies copiados
a la forma recién trabajada en la arena
y es ahora su fuego femenino de rosa
una sola burbuja que el sol y el mar combaten.
The sea dabbles at those tanned feet, repeating
their shape, just imprinted in the sand.
And now she is the womanly fire of rose,
the only bubble the sun and the sea contend against.
Ay, que nada te toque sino la sal del frío!
Que ni el amor destruya la primavera intacta.
Hermosa, reverbero de la indeleble espuma,
Oh, may nothing touch you but the chilly salt!
May not even love disturb that unbroken springtime!
Beautiful woman, echo of the endless foam,
deja que tus caderas impongan en el agua
una medida nueva de cisne o de nenúfar
y navegue tu estatua por el cristal eterno.
may your statuesque hips in the water make
a new measure-a swan, a lily-, as you float
your form through that eternal crystal.

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