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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Preamble Pablo Neruda
1. Land of Absence Gabriela Mistral
2. The Great Ocean Pablo Neruda
3. The Blind Statues Pablo Neruda
4. The Statue Builders Pablo Neruda
5. The Guardian Angel Gabriela Mistral
6. The Bull Pablo Neruda
7. Solitudes Pablo Neruda
8. Mourning Gabriela Mistral
9. Night Gabriela Mistral
10. Farewell to the Traveller Gabriela Mistral
11. To the Traveller Pablo Neruda
12. Ode to a Star Pablo Neruda
13. Final Tree Gabriela Mistral
14. Greetings Pablo Neruda
Epilogue Gabriela Mistral
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Neither bridge nor boat, brought me here.
No one told me, it was island or shore.
A land I did not search for, and did not discover.
Like a fable, that I learned,
a dream of taking, and letting go,
and it is my land, where I live and die.

Gabriela Mistral, Land of Absence
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Pablo Neruda, The Great Ocean
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Pablo Neruda, The Blind Statues
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Pablo Neruda, The Statue Builders
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It's true, it isn't a story
there is a Guardian Angel
who takes you and carries you like the wind
and goes with children wherever children go.

Gabriela Mistral, The Guardian Angel
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Among the stones of the coast, walking,
by the shore of Chile,
farther off
sea and sea, moon and sea grass,
the lonely expanse of the planet.

Pablo Neruda, Solitudes
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In the pure night my mourning shaped in the labyrinth of my body,
and this night breath enveloped me,
this smoke they call mourning that engulfs and blinds me.

Gabriela Mistral, Mourning
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All Creatures are sliding aslant
down toward forgetfulness and sleep.
You and I, also, my baby,
tumble down toward night's keep.

Gabriela Mistral, Night
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Gabriela Mistral, Farewell to the Traveller
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Pablo Neruda, To the Traveller
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Pablo Neruda, Ode to a Star
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Perhaps its foliage
already clothes my dream...

Gabriela Mistral, Final Tree
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Fatherland, summer covers your sweet and tough body. Your mountainous borders are tall and blue
like a carbon copy of heaven, and from there snow has departed, galloping with turbulent lips toward
the sea. Perhaps, at this very monent, you wear the green tunic I adore; forests, water, and wheat in
your waist. Oh marine land, with the sea you move your iridescent universe of sand and oysters.

Pablo Neruda, Greetings
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