Poems by Gabriela Mistral
The Sad Mother
... although my soul does not sleep, ...
To See Him Again
... under serene moons or in bloodless fright!To be with him ...
Pine Forest
... except for the pine trees that never change: ...
Dusk
... hushed and gentle like the gazelle ...
Tiny Feet
... How can they see and not protect you ...
Anniversary
... Of the eternal Face without gestures ...
Creed
... I believe in my heart that what I wring from myself ...
Death Sonnet I
... to argue with me over your handful of bones ...
The Shining Host
... Of affliction: The children sing it ...
I am Not Alone
... But I, the one who rocks you, ...
Those Who Do Not Dance
... We said Then spoke the poor dead thistle, ...
Sister
... Her hips are broad, like mine, for love, and she goes about her work ...
The Stranger (La Extranjera)
... And she has loved with a fierce, white passion ...
Decalogue Of The Artist
... Creator, you shall bear witness to Him creating His likeness ...
