We Were All Going To Be Queens

We were all to be queens
of four kingdoms on the sea:
Efigenia with Soledad,
and Lucila with Rosalie.

In the Valley of Elqui, encircled
by a hundred mountains or more
that blaze red like burnished offerings
or tributes of saffron ore,

We said it, enraptured,
and believed it perfectly,
that we would all be queens
and would one day reach the sea.

With our braids of seven-year-olds
and bright aprons of percale,
chasing flights of thrushes
among the shadows of vine and grape.

And our four kingdoms, we said,
so vast and great would be,
that as certain as the Koran
they would all reach the sea.

We would wed four husbands
at the time when we should wed,
and they would all be kings and poets
like King David of Judea.
Gabriela Mistral


Little Feet

Little feet of children
blue with cold,
how can they see you
and not cover you
dear God!

Little wounded feet
cut by every stone,
hurt by snow
and mire.

Man, blind, does not know
that where you pass,
you leave a flower
of living light.

And where you set
your little bleeding foot,
the spikenard blooms
more fragrant.

Walking straight paths,
be heroic, little feet,
as you are
perfect.

Little feet of children,
two tiny suffering jewels,
how can people pass
and not see you!
Gabriela Mistral


The House

The table, son, is laid
with the quiet whiteness of cream,
and on four walls ceramics
gleam blue, glint light.
Here is the salt, here the oil,
in the center, bread that almost speaks.
Gold more lovely than gold of bread
is not in broom plant or fruit,
and its scent of wheat and oven
gives unfailing joy.
We break bread, little son, together
with our hard fingers, our soft palms,
while you stare in astonishment
that black earth brings forth a white flower.
Lower your hand that reaches for food
as your mother also lowers hers.
Wheat, my son, is of air,
of sunlight and hoe;
but this bread, called "the face of God,"
is not set on every table.
And if other children do not have it,
better, my son, that you not touch it,
better that you do not take it
with ashamed hands.
Gabriela Mistral


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!

The sky, it is deserted
for the moon falls to the sea.
But I, the one who holds you,
I am not alone!

The world, it is deserted.
All flesh is sad you see.
But I, the one who hugs you,
I am not alone!
Gabriela Mistral


Other Gabriela Mistral Poems

A Woman, The Prisoner's Wife,
Farewell To A Traveler,
The Immigrant Jew, Bitter Song
The Flower of Air, The Foreigner,
Mexican Child, Eight Puppies,
Two Songs Of The Zodiac,
Song of Virgo, Song of Taurus


Quotes by Gabriela Mistral

He kisses me and now I am someone else;
someone else in the plse that repears
the pulse of my own veins and in the
breath that mingles with my breath.
Gabriela Mistral


I love the things I never had along
with those I have no more.
Gabriela Mistral


Love that stammers, that stutters, is
apt to be the love that loves best.
Gabriela Mistral

Gabriela Mistral


Love In The City
Lovers Sensual Games
Wedding Customs Traditions and Superstions
Love Romance and Kisses
Romantic Love Quotes
Love and Romance Greeting Cards

Gabriela Mistral Poems In Spanish

Sonetos de la Muerte Gabriela Mistral





Todas Ibamos a Ser Reinas Gabriela Mistral
Poesias de Gabriela Mistral
Reina de los Besos Manuel Manuel Machado
Los Que No Danzan Gabriela Mistral
Pais de la Ausencia Gabriela Mistral
Postales de Amor con Poemas y Musica

Desnuda Poemas de Juan Ramon Jimenez
Poems by Famous Classical Poets