03 March 2010

poem for wednesday

Pine Forest
by Gabriela Mistral

Let us go now into the forest.
Trees will pass by your face,
and I will stop and offer you to them,
but they cannot bend down.
The night watches over its creatures,
except for the pine trees that never change:
the old wounded springs that spring
blessed gum, eternal afternoons.
If they could, the trees would lift you
and carry you from valley to valley,
and you would pass from arm to arm,
a child running from father to father.

Bosque del pino

Ahora entremos el bosque.
Los árboles pasarán por su cara,
y les pararé y ofreceré,
pero no pueden doblarse abajo.
Los relojes de la noche sobre sus criaturas,
a excepción de los árboles del pino que nunca cambian:
los viejos resortes heridos que sueltan
bendijeron la goma, tardes eternas.
Si podrían, los árboles le levantarían
y le llevarían del valle al valle,
y usted pasaría del brazo al brazo,
niño que funciona de padre al padre.


  1. Welcome back from your winter rest.

  2. Anonymous3:09 PM

    Wonderful, wonderful! And one I hadn't read.

  3. Hi Jared, What a lovely poem;-) It's almost spring!

  4. We had one of those father-to-father days today. My grandson watched as his dad and grandpa learned how to roll a massive pine log together at a lumberjack festival. I'm glad I saw your comment on Rosey Pollen's site and hope you have time to continue blogging on a regular basis.

  5. Hello! I love this poem; only just discovered it this week. Thanks for the welcome back, James. I guess this is my pattern, eh? We all need a break now and then . . . The weather is glorious this afternoon. Temperature in the 50s, dazzlingly bright sun: Spring is coming. Best afternoon of afternoons to us all!

  6. I thought that poem was very goood.
    The rpition of father and arm on the last two lines was brilliantly done!