I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand.
Gabriela MistralI have a faithful joy and a joy that is lost. One is like a rose, the other, a thorn. The one that was stolen I have not lost.
Gabriela MistralLet the radiance of my enthusiasms envelop the poor courtyard and the bare classroom. Let my heart be a stronger column and my goodwill purer gold than the columns and gold of rich schools.
Gabriela MistralI write poetry because I canโt disobey the impulse; it would be like blocking a spring that surges up in my throat. For a long time Iโve been the servant of the song that comes, that appears and canโt be buried away. How to seal myself up now?โฆIt no longer matters to me who receives what I submit. What I carry out is, in that respect, greater and deeper than I, I am merely the channel.
Gabriela MistralSpeech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world.
Gabriela MistralA 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?" Let your heart fly to the wind We said. Then God spoke from above "How shall I descend from the blue?" Come dance for us here in the light We said. All the valley is dancing Together under the sun, And the heart of him who joins us not Is turned to dust, to dust.
Gabriela Mistral