GABRIELA MISTRAL




I AM NOT ALONE



The night, it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!..

The sky, it is deserted
for the moon falls to the sea..
But I, the one who holds you,
I am not alone!..

The world, it is deserted..
All flesh is sad you see
But I, the one who hugs you
I am not alone!...





TINT FEET (1922)



A child's tiny feet,
Blue, blue with cold,
How can they see
and not protect you?..

Oh, my God!
Tiny wounded feet,
Bruised all over
by pebbles,
Abused by snow
and soil!..

Man, being blind, ignores
that where you step,
you leave..

A blossom of
bright light,
that where you have
placed your bleeding
little soles
a redolent tuberose grows..

Since, however, you walk
through the streets
so straight,
you are courageous,
without fault..

Child's tiny feet,
Two suffering
little gems,
How can the people
pass, unseeing...




TO SEE HIM AGAIN



And shall it never
be again, never?..
Not on nights filled
with trembling of stars,
or by the pure light
of virginal dawns,
or on afternoons of
immolation?..

Never, at the edge
of any pale pathway
that borders the field,
or beside any tremulous
fountain white
under the moon?..

Never, beneath the
entangled tresses
of the forest where,
calling out to him,
night descended on me?..
Nor in the cavern
that returns my
echoing outcry?

Oh, no!.. Just to see
him again, no matter where..
in little patches of sky
or in the seething vortex,
beneath placid moons
or in a livid horror!..

And, together with him,
to be all springtimes
and all winters, entwined
in one anguished knot
around his
blood-stained neck!..



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