Gabriela Mistral

(7 April 1889 – 10 January 1957 / Vicuna)

Pine Forest - Poem by Gabriela Mistral

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.
The night watches over its creatures,
except for the pine trees that never change:
the old wounded springs that spring
blessed gum, eternal afternoons.
If they could, the trees would lift you
and carry you from valley to valley,
and you would pass from arm to arm,
a child running
from father to father.

Comments about Pine Forest by Gabriela Mistral

  • Gold Star - 14,202 Points Susan Williams (11/17/2015 3:45:00 PM)

    This is superb- in texture, in pace, in warmth, in brevity. Every word chosen for full impact (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 12,053 Points Savita Tyagi (11/17/2015 1:46:00 PM)

    Superb expression of mother's love. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 29,047 Points Kim Barney (8/26/2015 6:24:00 AM)

    Gabriela Mistral is a pseudonym. Read her biography; it's fascinating. However, this poem doesn't make much sense to me. Third line, for example: and I will stop and offer you to them.
    Why would you offer someone to the trees?
    It probably made more sense in the original Spanish. Does anyone know where I can find a copy of the original? (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 47,399 Points Edward Kofi Louis (8/26/2015 3:57:00 AM)

    Nice piece of work with the muse of the forest. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,816 Points Ramesh T A (8/26/2015 2:43:00 AM)

    Pine tree forest will lift one from tree to tree like a child being lifted from father of father! Nice poem! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,942 Points john tiong chunghoo (4/26/2006 1:39:00 AM)

    garbiela, this is really lovely. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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