Desolación

by Gabriela Mistral

Gabriela Mistral was the first Latin American to receive the Nobel Prize in Literature, which she was awarded in 1945. Mistral has fascinated scholars, writers, and artists, who have tried to piece together the variegated layers of her persona and her "emotionally outspoken verses," as Langston Hughes described them. Sundial House's centenary edition commemorates Mistral's debut anthology, Desolaci n (1922), edited by Federico de On s at Columbia...

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 8987926435
• ISBN13: 9798987926437
• Release Date: January 2024
• Publisher: Sundial House
• Length: 660 Pages
• Weight: 1.36 lbs.
• Dimensions: 1.5" x 5.0" x 7.0"

Customer Reviews

Masterpiece

I won't write about her life since you can find a lot about that if you just type Gariela Mistral in the search box. Her poetry sings of a woman with very deep emotions and incredible poetic talent. For example, Los Sonetos de la Muerte begins as follows: Del nicho helado en que los hombres te pusieron, te bajaré a la tierra humilde y soleada Que he de dormirme en ella los hombres no supieron y que hemos de soñar sobre la misma almohada. Here we can see a woman persecuted by men (put onto freezing niches or recesses like in a cave I suppose.) Gabriela will put the woman (or man, possibly) down on the humble and sunny ground. She adds: The men didn't know that I have to sleep on the ground and that we must sleep together on the same pillow. If she is referring to a man, this is a wonderful romantic image but if she is referring to a woman, it is a beautiful illustration of sisterly love. For that matter, this poem is so universal that it could be talking about a child or even a parent. The poem (which has 42 lines) ends as follows: Se detuvo la barca rosa de su vivir... ¿Que no sé del amor, que no tuve piedad? ¡Tú, que vas a juzgarme, lo comprendes, Señor! It is saying at the end that the ship of your life has stopped, and It seems to me that then she is protesting something like: You say that I don't know about love; that I never had pity on you or never felt pity in general??!!?? Then she turns to God and adds: Lord, you who will judge me, you understand, my Lord. Thus she ends up by asking God for His judgment (or even Her judgment) probably, to defeat the lie which said that she couldn't feel mercy or didn't know how to love.

unread yet looking forward to

as i was taking a look in the encyclopedia i found the name gabriela mistral.i got excited suddenly and i wanted to see who was her.i found out that she was some kind of alatin writer.but that wasn`t the most exciting thing i found , the most interesting fact was that she won the nobel prize in literature at the very year where the secon world war had eneded.one of the very few women who won this prize.yet i was dissapointed when i found out that her books are neglected .i looked for them everwhere , but i found them not.they were not sold oftenly and so i don`t expect them at all to be translated.what ought people like us do.lovers of literature who want to read to her.i found out that no one has reviewe thiss book. i wanted to be the first one but that seems unlikely right.i foind that quite strange that i couldn`t but say oh GOD