Gabriela Mistral Poems
|4.||Song Of Death||4/3/2012|
|7.||The Shining Host||4/12/2010|
|8.||Decalogue Of The Artist||4/12/2010|
|9.||Death Sonnet I||4/12/2010|
|10.||Those Who Do Not Dance||4/12/2010|
|13.||The Stranger (La Extranjera)||4/12/2010|
|15.||I Am Not Alone||4/12/2010|
|17.||The Sad Mother||1/13/2003|
|18.||To See Him Again||1/13/2003|
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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,
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.