Silver Anima

Poet, diplomat and pedagogue, Lucila Godoy Alcayaga, better known as Gabriela Mistral, was the first Latin American woman and the second person from Latin America to win a Nobel Prize in Literature. She received it in 1945, twenty-six years before Pablo Neruda.

And although his work is mostly associated with motherhood and heartbreak, the truth is that it is also there are many poems about life and love in his trajectory .

If you are lovers of this genre, you can include some verses of Gabriel's poetry in your wedding vows, in your newlywed speech, in your thank you cards, or simply dedicate a love poem by Gabriela Mistral to each other on a special day.

For wedding vows

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Give me your hand

This poem expresses a deep love that is reciprocated and that is projected in time, in an unconditional way. You can take some verses of this one poem by Gabriela Mistral to incorporate into their marriage vows .

Give me your hand and we'll dance;

give me your hand and you will love me.

As one flower we shall be,

like a flower, and nothing more...

The same verse we will sing,

to the same step you will dance.

Like an ear of corn we will undulate,

like an ear of corn, and nothing more.

Your name is Rosa and mine is Esperanza;

but your name you will forget,

because we will be a dance

on the hill and nothing else...

Hide me

This poem by Gabriela Mistral is longer, although these verses are perhaps the most appropriate to pronounce in the vows. "Hide me" is dedicated to the great love of life and expresses the desire to be with that person forever.

Drink me! Make me a drop of your blood, and

I'll come up to your cheek, and I'll be on your cheek

like the vivid painting on the leaf of the

vine. give me back your sigh, and I will ascend

and I'll come down from your chest, I'll tangle myself up

in your heart, I'll go on the air to return

And I'll be in this game

all your life.

I don't have loneliness

This work by Gabriela Mistral is another good option to include in your wedding vows, because no matter what happens around you (in her case, the context was post-war), there will be no loneliness as long as you have that special person. This is what Gabriela Mistral seeks to convey in this poem of the soul and universal love.

It's the night helplessness

from the mountains to the sea.

But me, the one who rocks you,

I don't have loneliness!

It's heaven forsaken

if the moon falls into the sea.

But me, the one who narrows you down,

I don't have loneliness!

It's the helpless world

and the sad flesh goes.

But I, the one who oppresses you,

I don't have loneliness!

For the speech

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From the letters to Doris Dana

Gabriela Mistral maintained an intimate relationship with her executor, the American Doris Dana, with whom she exchanged thousands of letters between 1948 and 1957. A correspondence full of emotion and passion that you can take when writing your newlywed speech.

-You don't know me well yet, my love. You don't know the depth of my attachment to you. Give me time, give it to me, to make you a little happy. Have patience with me, wait to see and hear what you are for me.

-Perhaps it was a very great folly to enter into this passion. When I examine the first facts, I know that the fault was entirely mine.

-I have for you in me many subterranean things that you do not yet see (...) The subterranean is what I do not say. But I give it to you when I look at you and touch you without looking at you.

I would just like to

In this poem by Gabriela Mistral, the Nobel Prize winner speaks of the deepest love and the need to be part of that other person, not 24 hours a day, as one verse reads, but on an integral level.

I would just like to be one of the reasons for your smile, maybe a little thought in your mind during the morning or maybe a nice memory before going to sleep... I would just like to be someone you would like to have by your side, maybe not for the whole day, but in one way or another, to live in you.

Poems to dedicate

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Love, love

The poet exposes love Love simply imposes itself and there is no way to close the door to this feeling that transforms everything.

He walks free in the furrow, flaps his wing in the wind,

it beats alive in the sun and it is lit in the pine forest.

It's no good for you to forget it like a bad thought:

you'll have to listen to it!

He speaks with the tongue of bronze and speaks with the tongue of a bird,

shy pleas, imperatives to love.

It's no good for you to make a bold gesture, a grave frown:

you will have to host it!

He spends traces of ownership; he is not softened by excuses.

It tears flower vases, cleaves the deep glacier.

It's no good telling him that you refuse to host him:

you will have to host it!

It has subtle quibbles in fine repartee,

wise man's arguments, but in a woman's voice.

Human science saves you, less divine science:

you'll have to believe him!

He puts a linen bandage on you; you tolerate the bandage;

he offers you his warm arm, you don't know how to run away from him.

He walks, you follow him bewitched though you see

that it stops in dying!

I sing what you loved

In this poem Gabriela Mistral resorts to the voice as an image of an itinerary of clues that the loved one must follow to find her. It shows a safe path for the reunion.

I sing what you loved, my life,

in case you come near and listen, my life,

in case you remember the world you lived in,

at sunset I sing, my shadow.

I don't want to be mute, my life.

How without my faithful cry would you find me?

What sign, what sign declares me, my life?

I am the same that was yours, my life.

Neither slow, nor transcorded, nor lost.

Come at nightfall, my life;

come remembering a song, my life,

if you recognize the song you've learned

and if you still remember my name.

I wait for you without time or deadline.

Fear no night, no fog, no downpour.

Come with or without a trail.

Call me to where you are, my soul,

and march straight at me, partner.

Kisses

In this poem Gabriela Mistral presents kisses in their different versions, such as the kisses of sensuality, affection, truth or gratitude, a journey that culminates in the unique kisses, those created for the loved one.

There are kisses that speak for themselves

the condemning sentence of love,

There are kisses that are given with the look

there are kisses that are given with memory.

There are silent kisses, noble kisses

there are enigmatic, sincere kisses

There are kisses that only souls give each other

there are kisses for forbidden, true.

There are kisses that burn and hurt,

there are kisses that ravish the senses,

there are mysterious kisses that have left

a thousand wandering and lost dreams.

There are problematic kisses that enclose

a key that no one has cracked,

there are kisses that beget tragedy

how many roses in brooch they have plucked.

There are perfumed kisses, warm kisses

that palpitate in intimate longings,

There are kisses that leave traces on the lips

like a field of sunshine between two ices.

There are kisses that look like lilies

for being sublime, naive and pure,

there are treacherous and cowardly kisses,

there are cursed and perjured kisses.

Judas kisses Jesus and leaves an imprint

in his face of God, the felony,

while the Magdalena with her kisses

piously fortifies his agony.

Since then in the kisses palpitates

love, betrayal and pains,

in human weddings look alike

to the breeze that plays with the flowers.

There are kisses that produce ravings

of loving passion, burning and crazy,

you know them well they're kisses from me

invented by me, for your mouth.

Kisses of flame that in printed trace

bear the furrows of a forbidden love,

stormy kisses, wild kisses

that only our lips have tasted.

Do you remember the first one...? Indefinable;

covered your face in crimson blushes

and in spasms of terrible emotion,

your eyes filled with tears.

Do you remember that one afternoon in crazy excess

I saw you jealous imagining grievances,

I suspended you in my arms... a kiss vibrated,

and what did you see next...? Blood on my lips.

I taught you how to kiss: cold kisses

are of impassive heart of rock,

I taught you to kiss with kisses of mine

invented by me, for your mouth.

Gabriela Mistral's poetry has surely stolen more than one of your breaths, and it's not for nothing that her work has transcended the world, leaving an indelible mark on Latin American culture.

Winner of the Nobel Prize in 1945 and the National Prize for Literature in 1951, her life, thoughts, works and loves continue to be studied today.