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The Sad Mother

Sleep, sleep, my beloved,

without worry, without fear,

although my soul does not sleep,

although I do not rest.

 

Sleep, sleep, and in the night

may your whispers be softer

than a leaf of grass,

or the silken fleece of lambs.

 

May my flesh slumber in you,

my worry, my trembling.

In you, may my eyes close

and my heart sleep.

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Written by
Gabriela Mistral
1889-1957 / Chilean
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