One by one, like virgins dancing,
the boats glide into the sea;
the sails open like wings to the sun,
and move seaward on roads
no one else knows.
Blue sky, blue sea; deserted strand
yellow with sun. . . The sea sings into your ear
as you wait the return, in splendour,
at sunset, of the first boat,
emerging aromatic from the sea.
Maragall, Joan. Enllà. Barcelona: Edicions 62, 1989.