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The water shakes the leaf
With a jet of sound,
Illumines the green, which steep
In radiance.
What a scent
Of rough, immediate earth!
So, by a cloudless firmament
Am I thrown here, and bound
To this retreat, where I retire
To breathe pure air, to conspire
With my Adam most innocent.


Jorge Guillén
Translated by Reginald Gibbons

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