28 May 2006
de Martita
en Poems / Poemas
To see him again
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Never, never again? Not on nights filled with quivering stars, or during dawn’s maiden brightness or afternoons of sacrifice?
Or at the edge of a pale path that encircles the farmlands, or upon the rim of a trembling fountain, whitened by a shimmering moon?
Or beneath the forest’s luxuriant, raveled tresses where, calling his name, I was overtaken by the night? Not in the grotto that returns the echo of my cry?
Oh no. To see him again — it would not matter where — in heaven’s deadwater or inside the boiling vortex, under serene moons or in bloodless fright!
To be with him… every springtime and winter, united in one anguished knot around his bloody neck!
Gabriela Mistral |
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Abr 13, 2014 @ 14:03:22
I intended to post you the bit of remark to finally thank you very much again with the precious guidelines you have contributed at this time.
Martita
May 22, 2014 @ 17:56:20
Thanks!!!! =) Greetings from Argentina!