Gabriela Mistral

(7 April 1889 – 10 January 1957 / Vicuna)

Dusk - Poem by Gabriela Mistral

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.

Comments about Dusk by Gabriela Mistral

  • Gold Star - 13,865 Points Susan Williams (11/17/2015 12:39:00 AM)

    There is dignity and truth in brevity, read it slowly and savor it (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 382 Points 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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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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