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Слушать(AI)Death Sonnet I
From the icy niche where men placed youI lower your body to the sunny, poor earth.
They didn't know I too must sleep in itand dream on the same pillow.
I place you in the sunny ground, with amother's sweet care for her napping child,and the earth will be a soft cradlewhen it receives your hurt childlike body.
I scatter bits of earth and rose dust,and in the moon's airy and blue powderwhat is left of you is a prisoner.
I leave singing my lovely revenge.
No hand will reach into the obscure depthto argue with me over your handful of bones.
Gabriela Mistral
Gabriela Mistral, seudónimo de Lucila Godoy Alcayaga (Vicuña, 7 de abril de 1889-Nueva York, 10 de enero de 1957), fue una poeta, diplomática y
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