Gabriela Mistral, the most recognized Chilean poet and Nobel Prize in Literature in 1945, he died a day like today of 1957 In New York. Committed not only to her work, but to her social work as diffusion of culture and its fight for social justice and human rights. In his memory I remember two of his poems, Kisses y Strong woman.
Gabriela Mistral
Su real name was Lucila of Mary of Perpetual Help Godoy Alcayaga, but she was known by her pseudonym, which inspired the work of Gabriel D'Annunzio and Fréderic Mistral.
It was rural teacher and collaborates in literary publications and their first writings they appeared in the early XNUMXth century in local publications. He also wrote for the magazine Elegance, who directed Rubén Darío. It is then also when the National Poetry Award of Chile.
Mistral traveled through many countries like Mexico, United States, Switzerland, Italy or Spain, where she was consul of Chile in Madrid in the early 30s. That period as ambassador will take her to Portugal, France or Brazil, among other places. His work is translated into more than 20 languages. Some titles are Bleakness, Reading for women, Tenderness, The sonnets of death and other elegiac poems, Tala o The station.
2 poems
Strong woman
I remember your face that was fixed in my days,
woman with a blue skirt and a toasted forehead,
that in my childhood and on my land of ambrosia
I saw the black furrow open in a fiery April.
He raised in the tavern, deep, the impure cup
the one who attached a son to the breast of a lily,
and under that memory, that it was a burn to you,
the seed fell from your hand, serene.
Harvest I saw your son's wheat in January,
and without understanding I had my eyes fixed on you,
enlarged to the pair, of wonder and cry.
And the mud on your feet will still kiss
because among a hundred mundanes I have not found your face
And I still follow you in the furrows the shadow with my song!
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Kisses
There are kisses that they pronounce by themselves
the condemning love sentence,
there are kisses that are given with the look
there are kisses that are given with memory.
There are silent kisses, noble kisses
there are enigmatic kisses, sincere
there are kisses that only souls give each other
there are kisses forbidden, true.
There are kisses that burn and hurt,
there are kisses that take away the senses,
there are mysterious kisses that have been left
a thousand wandering and lost dreams.
There are troublesome kisses that enclose
a key that no one has cracked,
there are kisses that engender tragedy
how many brooch roses have defoliated.
There are scented kisses, warm kisses
that throb in intimate longings,
there are kisses that leave traces on the lips
like a field of sun between two ice.
There are kisses that look like lilies
for sublime, naive and for pure,
there are treacherous and cowardly kisses,
there are cursed and perjured kisses.
Judas kisses Jesus and leaves print
in his face of God, the felony,
while the Magdalena with her kisses
piously fortify his agony.
Since then in the kisses it beats
love, betrayal and pain,
in human weddings they look alike
to the breeze that plays with the flowers.
There are kisses that produce ravings
of fiery and crazy loving passion,
you know them well, they are my kisses
invented by me, for your mouth.
Llama kisses that in printed trace
they carry the furrows of a forbidden love,
storm kisses, wild kisses
that only our lips have tasted.
Do you remember the first ...? Indefinable;
covered your face with livid blushes
and in spasms of terrible emotion,
your eyes filled with tears.
Do you remember that one afternoon in crazy excess
I saw you jealous imagining grievances,
I suspended you in my arms ... a kiss vibrated,
and what did you see after ...? Blood on my lips.
I taught you to kiss: cold kisses
They are of impassive heart of rock,
I taught you to kiss with my kisses
invented by me, for your mouth.