Gabriela Mistral poems

Gabriela Mistral(7 April 1889 - 10 January 1957 / Vicuna)

The Sad Mother

- by Gabriela Mistral 51

Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.

Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.

May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.

Dusk

- by Gabriela Mistral 48

I feel my heart melting
in the mildness like candles:
my veins are slow oil
and not wine,
and I feel my life fleeing
hushed and gentle like the gazelle.