Gabriela Mistral


Now, O! Christ, seal my eyelids, let ice on my lips be spread! All the hours are superfluous, all the words are said! He looked on me, we looked each on each, in silence, for a long space - our look as rigid as death's. The stupor that whitens the face, in the last agony, blanched us. After that instant life holds nothing more! I heard him speak convulsively. I spoke. My words - a confusion of plenitude, tribulations, and fears - hesitated, broke. I spoke of his destiny, of mine - a mortar of blood and tears. After this I know there can be nothing more. Nothing! No perfume but would roll diluted down my cheek. My ears are shut, my mouth is sealed! What meaning for me now by pallid earth could be revealed?

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