Gabriela Mistral was the pseudonym of Lucila Godoy Alcayaga, a Chilean poet, educator, diplomat, and feminist who was the first Latin American to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, in 1945. Some central themes in her poems are nature, betrayal, love, a mother's love, sorrow and recovery, travel, and Latin American identity as formed from a mixture of Native American and European influences. Her portrait also appears on the 5,000 Chilean peso bank note. Mistral herself was of Basque and Aymara descent.
Mistral was born in Vicuña, Chile, but was raised in the small Andean village of Montegrande, where she attended the Primary school taught by her older sister, ... more »
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Gabriela Mistral Poems
To See Him Again
Never, never again? Not on nights filled with quivering stars, or during dawn's maiden brightness or afternoons of sacrifice?
The Sad Mother
Sleep, sleep, my beloved, without worry, without fear, although my soul does not sleep, although I do not rest.
Let us go now into the forest. Trees will pass by your face, and I will stop and offer you to them, but they cannot bend down.
A child's tiny feet, Blue, blue with cold, How can they see and not protect you? Oh, my God!
I feel my heart melting in the mildness like candles: my veins are slow oil and not wine,
I am Not Alone
The night, it is deserted from the mountains to the sea. But I, the one who rocks you, I am not alone!
Those Who Do Not Dance
A crippled child Said, “How shall I dance?” Let your heart dance We said.
Death Sonnet I
From the icy niche where men placed you I lower your body to the sunny, poor earth. They didn't know I too must sleep in it
Decalogue Of The Artist
I. You shall love beauty, which is the shadow of God over the Universe.
The Stranger (La Extranjera)
She speaks in her way of her savage seas With unknown algae and unknown sands; She prays to a formless, weightless God, Aged, as if dying.
And we go on and on, Neither sleeping nor awake, Towards the meeting, unaware That we are already there.
I believe in my heart that when The wounded heart sunk within the depth of God sings It rises from the pond alive As if new-born.
The Shining Host
In vain you try To smother my song: A million children In chorus sing it
The treasure at the heart of the rose is your own heart's treasure. Scatter it as the rose does: your pain becomes hers to measure.
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To See Him Again
Never, never again?
Not on nights filled with quivering stars,
or during dawn's maiden brightness
or afternoons of sacrifice?
Or at the edge of a pale path
that encircles the farmlands,
or upon the rim of a trembling fountain,
whitened by a shimmering moon?
Or beneath the forest's
luxuriant, raveled tresses
where, calling his name,
I was overtaken by the night?
Not in the grotto that returns
the echo of my cry?
Oh no. To see him again --
it would not matter where --
in heaven's deadwater
or inside the boiling vortex,