Dusk Comments

I feel my life fleeing hushed and gentle like the gazelle.///The world is full of beauty. Everything is beautiful as long as life is alive. But decaying is part of this life///beautiful poem penned

Poetry. What to say?

the first Latin American to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, in 1945. Some central themes in her poems are nature, betrayal, love, a mother's love, sorrow and recovery, travel, and Latin American identity as formed from a mixture of Native American and European influences. Her portrait also appears on the 5,000 Chilean peso bank note. Mistral herself was of Basque and Aymara descent. WOW! CONGRATULATIONS as The Classic Poem Of The Day. Hooray! A true Great Poetess!

What an imagery employed to express the philosophy of life. Loved it Thanks.

I wonder though if the poem was not titled would it have been easy to know its about dusk. Perhaps just one line like. From " dawn to dusk" at the end. Then again how can a poem not have a title. Silly me. Great poem

Excellent metaphor. I had to read it twice to understand that dawn is turning to dusk

A feel of marching towards the end of life. Melancholy feeling.

i wonder, because of the last two lines, at what point in her life mistral wrote this poem. the phrase life fleeing taken by itself might be taken as negative, but it's not when hushed and gentle like the gazelle, not when we imagine that picture. and before that, i like how the simile of the heart melting (in the mildness like candles- positive) is then extended to my veins are slow oil. what good images! gk

And not wine! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Simple philosophy of life beautifully inked. Loved it.

A very touchy, intimate poem! and such a beautiful translation in Italian by Fabrizio! ! !

Dusk I feel my heart melting in the mildness like candles: my veins are slow oil and not wine, and I feel my life fleeing hushed and gentle like the gazelle. - in ITALIAN: Crepuscolo Sento il mio cuore fondersi nella mitezza come fosse candela: le mie vene sono un lento olio e non vino, e avverto la mia vita fuggire silenziosa e garbata come la gazzella.

There is dignity and truth in brevity, read it slowly and savor it