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Gabriela Mistral

(7 April 1889 – 10 January 1957 / Vicuna)

Dusk


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.

Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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  • Stephen Loomes (6/13/2013 5:23:00 PM)

    Heart melting, life fleeing, leaving gazelle scat on the floor with all this tangle of mixed metaphor (Report) Reply

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