Gabriela Mistral Poems
|3.||Song Of Death||4/3/2012|
|6.||The Shining Host||4/12/2010|
|7.||Death Sonnet I||4/12/2010|
|9.||The Stranger (La Extranjera)||4/12/2010|
|10.||Decalogue Of The Artist||4/12/2010|
|12.||Those Who Do Not Dance||4/12/2010|
|13.||I Am Not Alone||4/12/2010|
|16.||The Sad Mother||1/13/2003|
|17.||To See Him Again||1/13/2003|
To See Him Again
Never, never again?
Not on nights filled with quivering stars,
or during dawn's maiden brightness
or afternoons of sacrifice?
Or at the edge of a pale path
that encircles the farmlands,
or upon the rim of a trembling fountain,
whitened by a shimmering moon?
Or beneath the forest's
luxuriant, raveled tresses
where, calling his name,
I was overtaken by the night?
Not in the grotto that returns
the echo of my cry?
Oh no. To see him again --
it would not matter where --
in heaven's deadwater
or inside the boiling vortex,
Let us go now into the forest.
Trees will pass by your face,
and I will stop and offer you to them,
but they cannot bend down.
The night watches over its creatures,
except for the pine trees that never change:
the old wounded springs that spring
blessed gum, eternal afternoons.
If they could, the trees would lift you