Inmóvil como un ídolo sagrado, ceñido en mallas de compacto acero, está ante el agua estático y sombrío, a manera de un príncipe encantado que vive e… - José Santos Chocano

Soy el cantor de América autóctono y salvaje:
mi lira tiene un alma, mi canto un ideal.
Mi verso no se mece colgado de un ramaje
con un vaivén pausado de hamaca tropical.

Translation:
I am the aboriginal and savage singer of America;
my lyre has a soul, my song has an ideal.
My poetry does not swing from the branches
With the slow movement of a tropical hammock.

Translation:
Unmoving as a venerated idol
Encased in dense links of steel
Outlined against the water, sombre and transfixed Like some enchanted prince
Held prisoner forever
In the river’s crystal palace.