Gabriela Mistral
Translated by Mary Gallwey
A child’s tiny feet,
Man, being blind, ignores
Since, however, you walk
Child’s tiny feet,
Blue, blue with cold,
How can they see and not protect you?
Oh, my God!
Tiny wounded feet,
Bruised all over by pebbles,
Abused by snow and soil!
that where you step, you leave
A blossom of bright light,
that where you have placed
your bleeding little soles
a redolent tuberose grows.
through the streets so straight,
you are courageous, without fault.
Two suffering little gems,
How can the people pass, unseeing.
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