A 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.
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From: Gabriela Mistral – The Poet and Her Work
By: Margot Arce de Vazquez
Translated by: Helene Masslo Anderson
New York University Press 1964
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– Gabriela Mistral
( Nobel Prize for Literature) ( Female Poets)