The Magnolia - José Santos Chocano

Deep in the wood, of scent and song the daughter,

Perfect and bright is the magnolia born;

White as a flake of foam upon still water,

White as soft fleece upon rough brambles torn.

Hers is a cup a workman might have fashioned

Of Grecian marble in an age remote.

Hers is a beauty perfect and impassioned,

As when a woman bares her rounded throat.

There is a tale of how the moon, her lover,

Holds her enchanted by some magic spell;

Something about a dove that broods above her,

Or dies within her breast—I cannot tell.

I cannot say where I have heard the story,

Upon what poet’s lips; but this I know:

Her heart is like a pearl’s, or like the glory

Of moonbeams frozen on the spotless snow.

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José Santos Chocano ["El Cantor de América"] (1875 – 1934) Peru

Translated by John Pierrepont Rice

Source: Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. Volume XI. No. 5. February, 1918. Harriet Monroe ed. Chicago: 1912–22