Gabriela Mistral

(7 April 1889 – 10 January 1957 / Vicuna)

Death Sonnet I - Poem by Gabriela Mistral

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.

I scatter bits of earth and rose dust,
and in the moon's airy and blue powder
what is left of you is a prisoner.

I leave singing my lovely revenge.
No hand will reach into the obscure depth
to argue with me over your handful of bones.

Comments about Death Sonnet I by Gabriela Mistral

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/20/2016 12:16:00 PM)

    Heart Felt
    A melancholy code nicely unleashed. (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (11/17/2015 12:43:00 AM)

    Utterly heartbreaking grief. Such power (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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