OF THE SEVENTEEN NOBEL LAUREATES IN POETRY, ONLY TWO ARE WOMEN.

The first I posted on the eleventh of this month, Wislawa Szymborska. The second is:

The Sad Mother 




by Gabriela Mistral (1889-1957)





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.