12.14.2020

every kiss your mouth gives reaches my ears, for the deep places of the earth echo me your words

        
Earth will turn against you 
If your soul betrays my soul. 
A shudder of anguish 
will run through the waters. 
The world has been brighter 
since you made me yours, 
when we stood silent 
by a flowering thorn, 
and love’s fragrance 
pierced us like the thorn. 
But earth will send forth vipers 
against you if you betray my soul; 
I will break my barren knees 
no child sits upon. 
Christ will die in my heart, 
and the door of my house 
will break the beggar’s knocking hand 
and turn the suffering woman away. 

        II 
Every kiss your mouth gives 
reaches my ears, 
for the deep places of the earth 
echo me your words. 
The dust of the pathways 
holds the scent of your footsoles, 
and through the mountains 
I track you like a deer. 
The clouds above my house 
show me the woman you love. 
 Sneak like a thief to kiss her 
in the darkness under earth, 
but when you tilt her chin up, 
 you’ll see my tearstained face. 

        III 
God will keep the sun from you 
if you don’t walk beside me. 
God won’t let you drink 
if I don’t tremble on the water. 
He won’t let you sleep, except 
in the deep nest of my hair. 

        IV 
If you let go from me you crush my soul 
even in the moss of the road; 
hunger and thirst gnaw at you 
on every hill and plain, 
and wherever you go, sunset 
will bleed my wounds. 
And I slip from your tongue 
though you call another woman, 
and I stick like the taste 
of brine in your throat, 
and whether you hate or praise or plead, 
to me you cry, to me alone. 

        
If you go and die far from me, 
you’ll hold out your hollowed hand 
for ten years underground, 
to catch my tears, 
feeling the trembling 
 of the suffering flesh, 
until my bones crumble 
into dust on your face. 

[Gabriela Mistral {1889-1957} 'God Wills It', from Poems that Make Grown Men Cry: 100 Men on the Words that Move Them ed. by Anthony Holden and Ben Holden]

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