"Mrs. Spring
you saw that it is beautiful,
dressed in lemon tree
and in orange blossom.
Wear sandals
some wide leaves,
and by caravans
some red fuchsias.
go out and find her
along those roads
Go crazy with suns
and crazy with trills!
Lady Spring
of fertile breath,
laughs at everyone
the sorrows of the world...
He does not believe whoever speaks to him
of the ruinous lives
How are you going to find them?
among the jasmines?
How are you going to find them
next to the fountains
of golden mirrors
and fiery songs?
From the sick land
in the brown cracks,
lights rose bushes
of red pirouettes.
Put your lace,
turn on your vegetables,
on the sad stone
of the graves…
Lady Spring
of glorious hands,
do that for life
let's spill roses:
Roses of joy,
roses of forgiveness,
roses of love,
and exultation."
Lady Spring
Gabriela Mistral