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.
V
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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