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

  • Glen Kappy (6/4/2017 8:16:00 AM)


    i wonder, because of the last two lines, at what point in her life mistral wrote this poem. the phrase life fleeing taken by itself might be taken as negative, but it's not when hushed and gentle like the gazelle, not when we imagine that picture.

    and before that, i like how the simile of the heart melting (in the mildness like candles- positive) is then extended to my veins are slow oil.

    what good images!

    gk
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (6/4/2017 2:57:00 AM)


    And not wine! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (6/4/2017 1:32:00 AM)


    Simple philosophy of life beautifully inked. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (6/4/2017 12:35:00 AM)


    This poem has a despondency that seeps through. (Report) Reply

  • Liza Sudina (6/4/2017 12:25:00 AM)


    A very touchy, intimate poem! and such a beautiful translation in Italian by Fabrizio! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • 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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