What the soul is to the body, so is the artist to his people.
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…
- 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
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…
Now my belly is as noble as my heart. - Gabriela Mistral
Now my belly is as noble as my heart.
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 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.
What the soul is to the body, so is the artist to his people. - Gabriela Mistral
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 …
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