Anniversary
And we go on and on,
Neither sleeping nor awake,
Towards the meeting, unaware
That we are already there.
That the silence is perfect,
And that the flesh is gone.
The call still is not heard
Nor does the Caller reveal his face.
..
But perhaps this might be
Oh, my love, the gift
Of the eternal Face without gestures
And of the kingdom without form!
- Gabriela Mistral
From: Gabriela Mistral – The Poet and Her Work P.83
By: Margot Arce de Vazquez
Translated by: Helene Masslo Anderson
New York University Press
Translated by: Helene Masslo Anderson
New York University Press
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