Occupation: Poet Birth: April 7, 1889 Death: January 10, 1957
Let the earth look at me, and bless me, for now I am fecund and sacred, like the palms and the furrows..
Writing tends to cheer me; it always soothes my spirit and blesses me with the gift of an innocent, tender, childlike day. It is the sensation of hav….
Love beauty it is the shadow of God on the universe.
Many things can wait. Children cannot. Today their bones are being formed, their blood is being made, their senses are being developed. To them we ca….
For me, religiosity is ... the constant remembrance of the presence of the soul..
My grief and my smile begin in your face, my son..
In the secret of night, my prayer climbs like the liana, My prayer is, and I am not. It grows, and I perish. I have only my hard breath, my reason an….
Now I am nothing but a veil; all my body is a veil beneath which a child sleeps..
Love that stammers, that stutters, is apt to be the love that loves best..
There is the joy of being healthy and fair, but there is overall the beauty, the immense joy of being useful..
Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world..
The poet is an untier of knots, and love without words is a knot, and it drowns..
You shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul..
I have a faithful joy and a joy that is lost. One is like a rose, the other, a thorn. The one that was stolen I have not lost..
Now my belly is as noble as my heart..
What the soul is to the body, so is the artist to his people..
We are guilty of many errors and many faults, But our worst crime is abandoning the children, Neglecting the fountain of life. Many of the things we ….
All night I have suffered; all night my flesh has trembled to bring forth its gift. The sweat of death is on my forehead; but it is not death, it is ….
I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand..
A crippled child Said, "How shall I dance?" Let your heart dance We said. Then the invalid said: "How shall I sing?" Let your heart sing We said Then….
Let the radiance of my enthusiasms envelop the poor courtyard and the bare classroom. Let my heart be a stronger column and my goodwill purer gold th….