From the icy niche where men placed you
I lower your body to the sunny, poor earth.
They didn’t know I too must sleep in it
and dream on the same pillow.
I place you in the sunny ground, with a
mother’s sweet care for her napping child,
and the earth will be a soft cradle
when it receives your hurt childlike body.
I scatter bits of earth and rose dust,
and in the moon’s airy and blue powder
what is left of you is a prisoner.
I leave singing my lovely revenge.
No hand will reach into the obscure depth
to argue with me over your handful of bones.
(Gabriela Mistral)
More Poetry from Gabriela Mistral:
Gabriela Mistral Poems based on Topics: Mothers, Revenge & Vengeance, Body- Decalogue Of The Artist (Gabriela Mistral Poems)
- The Stranger (La Extranjera) (Gabriela Mistral Poems)
- Tiny Feet (Gabriela Mistral Poems)
- Those Who Do Not Dance (Gabriela Mistral Poems)
- Anniversary (Gabriela Mistral Poems)
- Sister (Gabriela Mistral Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Mothers Poems, Body Poems, Revenge & Vengeance PoemsBased on Keywords: napping
- Palestine; A Prize Poem, Recited In The Theatre, Oxford (Reginald Heber Poems)
- The Fairy Of The Fountains (Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems)
- Essay On War (Nathaniel Bloomfield Poems)
- Stanzas In Memory Of The Author Of 'Obermann' (Matthew Arnold Poems)
- The Misanthrope Reclaimed - Act I (George W Sands Poems)