A crippled child Said, "How shall I dance?" Let your heart dance We said. Then the invalid said: "How shall I sing?" Let your heart sing We said Then spoke the poor dead thistle, "But I, how shall I dance?"… — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
Love that stammers, that stutters, is apt to be the love that loves best. — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
Now I am nothing but a veil; all my body is a veil beneath which a child sleeps. — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
All night I have suffered; all night my flesh has trembled to bring forth its gift. The sweat of death is on my forehead;… — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
You shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul. — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
The poet is an untier of knots, and love without words is a knot, and it drowns. — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
I have a faithful joy and a joy that is lost. One is like a rose, the other, a thorn. The one that was… — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
In the secret of night, my prayer climbs like the liana, My prayer is, and I am not. It grows, and I perish. I… — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
At this moment, by an undeserved stroke of fortune, I am the direct voice of the poets of my race and the indirect voice… — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
Let the earth look at me, and bless me, for now I am fecund and sacred, like the palms and the furrows. — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
