Gabriela Mistral Poems

Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.
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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.
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Never, never again?
Not on nights filled with quivering stars,
or during dawn's maiden brightness
or afternoons of sacrifice?
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The night, it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!
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I feel my heart melting
in the mildness like candles:
my veins are slow oil
and not wine,
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A crippled child
Said, “How shall I dance?”
Let your heart dance
We said.
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I. You shall love beauty, which is the shadow of God
over the Universe.
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A child's tiny feet,
Blue, blue with cold,
How can they see and not protect you?
Oh, my God!
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And we go on and on,
Neither sleeping nor awake,
Towards the meeting, unaware
That we are already there.
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She speaks in her way of her savage seas
With unknown algae and unknown sands;
She prays to a formless, weightless God,
Aged, as if dying.
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