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Gabriela Mistral - Death Sonnet I
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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.
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