Gabriela Mistral

(7 April 1889 – 10 January 1957 / Vicuna)

Dusk - Poem by Gabriela Mistral

I feel my heart melting
in the mildness like candles:
my veins are slow oil
and not wine,
and I feel my life fleeing
hushed and gentle like the gazelle.


Comments about Dusk by Gabriela Mistral

  • Fabrizio Frosini (5/10/2016 4:01:00 AM)


    Dusk

    I feel my heart melting
    in the mildness like candles:
    my veins are slow oil
    and not wine,
    and I feel my life fleeing
    hushed and gentle like the gazelle.


    - in ITALIAN:

    Crepuscolo

    Sento il mio cuore fondersi
    nella mitezza come fosse candela:
    le mie vene sono un lento olio
    e non vino,
    e avverto la mia vita fuggire
    silenziosa e garbata come la gazzella.
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  • Susan Williams (11/17/2015 12:39:00 AM)


    There is dignity and truth in brevity, read it slowly and savor it (Report) Reply

  • Stephen Loomes (6/13/2013 5:23:00 PM)


    Heart melting, life fleeing, leaving gazelle scat on the floor with all this tangle of mixed metaphor (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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