Gabriela Mistral

Poems of the Mothers

I was kissed, and I am othered: another, because of the pulse that echoes the pulse in my veins; another, because of the breath I feel within my breath. My belly, now, is as noble as my heart… And now I feel in my own breathing an exhalation of flowers: all because of the one who rests inside me gently, as the dew on the grass!

Don't have an account?

You will be identified by the alias - name will be hidden