Who is Gabriela Mistral

Gabriela MistralBornLucila de María del Perpetuo Socorro Godoy Alcayaga
(1889-04-07)7 April 1889
Vicuña, ChileDied10 January 1957(1957-01-10) (aged 67)
Hempstead, New YorkOccupationEducator, Diplomat, Poet.NationalityChilean...
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Gabriela Mistral Poems

  • The Sad Mother
    Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
    without worry, without fear,
    although my soul does not sleep,
    although I do not rest. ...
  • Song Of Death
    Old Woman Census-taker,
    Death the Trickster,
    when you're going along,
    don't you meet my baby. ...
  • Tiny Feet
    A child's tiny feet,
    Blue, blue with cold,
    How can they see and not protect you?
    Oh, my God! ...
  • To See Him Again
    Never, never again?
    Not on nights filled with quivering stars,
    or during dawn's maiden brightness
    or afternoons of sacrifice? ...
  • 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
    and dream on the same pillow. ...
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Child 6 God 6 Heart 6 Night 5 Song 5 Never 5 Mother 5 Face 4 Sun 4 I Love You 3

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  • Tropicalcamatte: imagine writing this shit about the country of isabel allende, roberto bolaño, gabriela mistral, pablo neruda, vicente huidobro, nicanor parra and pedro lemebel chile, which is literally nicknamed “the land of poets”. lmao
  • Bookslatino: gabriela mistral by denis o'leary.
  • Allrestaurants0: modo cafe (coffee shop)⠀ ⠀ address: gabriela mistral 2502, buenos aires, argentina⠀ ⠀
  • Zeus_osorno: 10-4-1 calle gabriela mistral / calle san martin r-5,b-8 (13:26:1)
  • Mielgirltwt: las cartas entre gabriela mistral y doris dana... damn these bitches sapphic
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Sonnet Lii: What? Dost Thou Mean
 by Michael Drayton

What? Dost thou mean to cheat me of my heart?
To take all mine and give me none again?
Or have thine eyes such magic or that art
That what they get they ever do retain?
Play not the tyrant, but take some remorse;
Rebate thy spleen, if but for pity's sake;
Or, cruel, if thou canst not, let us 'scourse,
And, for one piece of thine, my whole heart take.

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