This beauty is soft- as if music and wood,

agate, cloth, wheat, peaches and light shine through

had made an ephemeral statue.  

And show she sends her freshness out, against the waves.

The sea dabbles at those tanned feet, repeating  

their shape, just imprinted in the sand.  

And now she is the womanly fire of a rose,  

and the only bubble the sun and the sea contend against." - Pablo Nerud