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Dusk
(7 April 1889 – 10 January 1957 / Vicuna)

Dusk

Poem By Gabriela Mistral

I feel my heart melting
in the mildness like candles:
my veins are slow oil
and not wine,
and I feel my life fleeing
hushed and gentle like the gazelle.

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i wonder, because of the last two lines, at what point in her life mistral wrote this poem. the phrase life fleeing taken by itself might be taken as negative, but it's not when hushed and gentle like the gazelle, not when we imagine that picture. and before that, i like how the simile of the heart melting (in the mildness like candles- positive) is then extended to my veins are slow oil. what good images! gk
And not wine! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Simple philosophy of life beautifully inked. Loved it.
A very touchy, intimate poem! and such a beautiful translation in Italian by Fabrizio! ! !
Dusk I feel my heart melting in the mildness like candles: my veins are slow oil and not wine, and I feel my life fleeing hushed and gentle like the gazelle. - in ITALIAN: Crepuscolo Sento il mio cuore fondersi nella mitezza come fosse candela: le mie vene sono un lento olio e non vino, e avverto la mia vita fuggire silenziosa e garbata come la gazzella.


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