2 tula hale kay Mistral

1. The Sad Mother

Sleep, sleep, my beloved,without worry, without fear,although my soul does not sleep,although I do not rest.Sleep, sleep, and in the nightmay your whispers be softerthan a leaf of grass,or the silken fleece of lambs.May my flesh slumber in you,my worry, my trembling.In you, may my eyes closeand my heart sleep.

2.Pine Forest

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 springblessed gum, eternal afternoons.If they could, the trees would lift youand carry you from valley to valley,and you would pass from arm to arm,a child runningfrom father to father.

(I first came to know Gabriela Mistral on my first year in high school. Coming from a public school, without a library, it was for me a new experience to see rows upon rows of books and magazines, not only in our own school library (AUL-SOHS) but also in the main library. It was while leafing through some old Newsweek that I came across an article about the first Chilean poet who was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1945. Let me introduce you then to her by way of this url link http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Gabriela_Mistral)