Gabriela Mistral

Let us go now into the forest
Trees will pass by your face,and I will stop and offer you to them,but they cannot bend down
The night watches over its creatures,except for the pine trees that never change:the old wounded springs that spri...

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

And we go on and on,
Neither sleeping nor awake,
Towards the meeting,
That we are already there

Never, never again
Not on nights filled with quivering stars,or during dawn's maiden brightnessor afternoons of sacrifice
Or at the edge of a pale paththat encircles the farmlands,or upon the rim of a trembling fountain,whitened by a shi...

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 th...

Sleep, sleep, my beloved,without worry, without fear,although my soul does not sleep,although I do not rest
Sleep, sleep, and in the nightmay your whispers be softerthan a leaf of grass,or the silken fleece of lambs
May my flesh slumber ...

I feel my heart meltingin the mildness like candles:my veins are slow oiland not wine,and I feel my life fleeinghushed and gentle like the gazelle

A crippled
Said, “How shall I dance
”Let your heart
We said

I
You shall love beauty, which is the shadow of God over the Universe
II
There is no godless art

She speaks in her way of her savage
With unknown algae and unknown sands;
She prays to a formless, weightless God,
Aged, as if dying

A child's tiny feet,
Blue, blue with cold,
How can they see and not protect you
Oh, my God

In vain you
To smother my song:
A million
In chorus sing

Today I saw a woman plowing a furrow
Her hips arebroad, like mine, for love, and she goes about her workbent over the earth
I caressed her waist;
I brought her home with me

Он прошел с другою
на глазах моих
Мирная дорога,
легкий ветер тих

Жильцы дубовых полок, безмолвны ваши страсти,
как вы красноречивы, хотя молчите глухо,
хранительницы смысла, целительницы духа,
исполненные скорби, дарующие счастье

Тюлевые точки,
легкий хоровод,
унесите душу
в синий небосвод,