"
I am singer of America, indigenous and wild
my lyre has a soul, my song an ideal.
My verse is not to be cradled and hung in the foliage
with the paused to-and-fro of a tropical hammock…
When I’m feeling Inca, I pledge my vassalage to the Sun,
who offers the scepter of his royal power;
when I feel Hispanic and evoke colonial yoke
my verses sound like crystal trumpets.
My fantasy hails from Moorish lineage:
the Andes are of silver, but the Lion – of gold,
and the two are alloyed with an epic roar.
The blood is Spanish and the pulse is Inca;
and if not a Poet, I might well have been
a white adventurer or an Indian emperor. "
- José Santos Chocano