Pine Forest - 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.

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Gabriela Mistral (Lucila Godoy Alcayaga) (1889 - 1957) Chile
winner of the 1945 Nobel Prize in Literature
Source: Poetry Cat