Gabriela Mistral Poems
|4.||Song Of Death||4/3/2012|
|6.||The Shining Host||4/12/2010|
|8.||Death Sonnet I||4/12/2010|
|11.||The Stranger (La Extranjera)||4/12/2010|
|12.||Decalogue Of The Artist||4/12/2010|
|14.||I Am Not Alone||4/12/2010|
|15.||Those Who Do Not Dance||4/12/2010|
|16.||To See Him Again||1/13/2003|
|17.||The Sad Mother||1/13/2003|
Comments about Gabriela Mistral
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
and carry you from valley to valley,
and you would pass from arm to arm,
a child running
from father to father.
Death Sonnet I
From the icy niche where men placed you
I lower your body to the sunny, poor earth.
They didn't know I too must sleep in it
and dream on the same pillow.
I place you in the sunny ground, with a
mother's sweet care for her napping child,
and the earth will be a soft cradle
when it receives your hurt childlike body.