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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Comments about Gabriela Mistral

  • Science13319579: the gabriela mistral nebula by josep m. drudis
  • Konstructivizm: the gabriela mistral nebula - a nebula named after the famous poet due to her profile being visible near the center
  • Ljhannah2: who knows this quote? "beauty is the shadow of god on the universe." -- gabriela mistral
  • Eclipsedsolar: *blows a kiss to the stars* for gabriela mistral
  • Janetim8: january 10, 1957 – died gabriela mistral, chilean poet and academic
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, Yet We Trust That Somehow Goo
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final end of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroy'd,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete;

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