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a Glass Floor Underfoot - 17. the beauty of the brutes
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Die Bäder
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Der Tiere Schönheit, ihrer dumpfen Augen
Leicht-überflossener Glanz
Vor jeden traumlosen Blick
Schamvoll weicht er ins Innre.
Nun weißt du, Seele, was auf immer dich scheidet
Von den Springern stolz, den Olympia-Siegern
Dich auf den schweren Boden geworfnen
Schwer mit zerflattertem Haar.
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The Public Baths
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Behold the beauty of the brutes, whose dull eyes
Faintly reflect the luster
Of every hopeless look ‘fore
It yields, shame-faced, inwardly.
There you see, soul, what separates you forever
From the haughty bounders, those Olympic champions
Who’ll ever knock you heavy to the ground
With nothing but tousled hair.
Joaquín Sorolla Swimmers at Xàbia (1905)
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