Gabriela Mistral Sun Poems

  • 1.
    In vain you try
    To smother my song:
    A million children
    In chorus sing it
    ...
  • 2.
    You said that you loved the lark more than any other bird because of its straight flight toward the sun. That is how I wanted our flight to be.
    Albatrosses fly over the sea, intoxicated by salt and iodine. They are like unfettered waves playing in the air, but they do not lose touch with the other waves.
    Storks make long journeys; they cast shadows over the Earth's face. But like albatrosses, they fly horizontally, resting in the hills.
    Only the lark leaps out of ruts like a live dart, and rises, swallowed by the heavens. Then the sky feels as though the Earth itself has risen. Heavy jungles below do not answer the lark. Mountains crucified over the flatlands do not answer.
    ...
  • 3.
    She is harnessed for a long journey; on her back she carries an entire store of wool.
    She walks without rest, and sees with eyes full of strangeness. The wool merchant has forgotten to come to get her, and she is ready.
    In this world, nothing comes better equipped than the alpaca; ones is more burdened with rags than the next. Her sky-high softness is such that if a newborn is placed on her back, he will not feel a bone of the animal.
    The weather is very hot. Today, large scissors that will cut and cut represent mercy for the alpaca.
    ...
  • 4.
    A crippled child
    Said, â??How shall I dance?â?
    Let your heart dance
    We said.
    ...
Total 4 Sun Poems by Gabriela Mistral

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