“In the secret of night, my prayer climbs like the liana, My prayer is, and I am not. It grows, and I perish. I have only my hard breath, my reason and my madness. I cling to the vine of my prayer. I tend it at the root of the stalk of night.”
Quote by Gabriela Mistral
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Selected poems of Gabriela Mistral
This book features a selection of poems written by Gabriela Mistral, a renowned Chilean poet and educator who was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1945. The poems reflect her deep connection to nature, social justice, and the human condition. more
