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 and my madness. I cling to the vine of my prayer. I tend it at the root of the stalk of night.
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… - Gabriela Mistral
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…
- Gabriela Mistral
I write poetry because I can’t disobey the impulse; it would be like blocking a spring that surges up in my throat. For a long time I’ve been the ser… - Gabriela Mistral
I write poetry because I can’t disobey the impulse; it would be like blocking a spring that surges up in my throat. For a long time I’ve been the ser…
Now my belly is as noble as my heart. - Gabriela Mistral
Now my belly is as noble as my heart.
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. - Gabriela Mistral
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.
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 … - Gabriela Mistral
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 …
I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand. - Gabriela Mistral
I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand.
Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world. - Gabriela Mistral
Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world.
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 … - Gabriela Mistral
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 …
What the soul is to the body, so is the artist to his people. - Gabriela Mistral
What the soul is to the body, so is the artist to his people.
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