Those Who Do Not Danceby Gabriela Mistral
English version by Helene Masslo Anderson
Original Language Spanish
A crippled child
Said, "How shall I dance?"
Let your heart dance
Then the invalid said:
"How shall I sing?"
Let your heart sing
Then spoke the poor dead thistle,
"But I, how shall I dance?"
Let your heart fly to the wind
Then God spoke from above
"How shall I descend from the blue?"
Come dance for us here in the light
All the valley is dancing
Together under the sun,
And the heart of him who joins us not
Is turned to dust, to dust.
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