Tres Árboles
a poem by Gabriela Mistral
Tres árboles caídos
quedaron a la orilla del sendero.
El leñador los olvidó, y conversan
apretados de amor, como tres ciegos.
El sol de ocaso pone
su sangre viva en los hendidos leños
¡y se llevan los vientos la fragancia
de su costado abierto!
Uno torcido, tiende
su brazo inmenso y de follaje trémulo
hacia el otro, y sus heridas
como dos ojos son, llenos de ruego.
El leñador los olvidó. La noche
vendrá. Estaré con ellos.
Recibiré en mi corazón sus mansas
resinas. Me serán como de fuego.
¡Y mudos y ceñidos,
nos halle el día en un montón de duelo!
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We are passionate about the world we inhabit; Aware there are two sides to every story. Persistent in our pursuit of all points of view.
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