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Big - North of Chile

My Mountains

a poem by Gabriela Mistral

Among mountains I was raised

with three dozen peaks high above me.

It seems that never, never,

even when hearing my steps departing,

I lost them, neither in the day,

nor in the starlight night,

and though my snow covered hair

I can see in water fountains

I never left them, they never left me

like a forsaken child.

Published in "From Chile to the World--70 years of Gabriela Mistral's Nobel Prize in Literature" 

(Gabriela Mistral Foundation, Inc.: New York, 2015), translation: Gloria Garafulich-Grabois (c)

Published in "From Chile to the World--70 years of Gabriela Mistral's Nobel Prize in Literature" 

(Gabriela Mistral Foundation, Inc.: New York, 2015), translation: Gloria Garafulich-Grabois (c)