Monday, July 24, 2006

Ode to the Onion

I get my regular dose of poetry from my friend Joel who texts me every so often jewels like this one from Pablo Neruda.

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luminous flask,

your beauty formed

petal by petal,

crystal scales expanded you

and in the secrecy of the dark earth

your belly grew round with dew.

Under the earth

the miracle


and when your clumsy

green stem appeared,and your leaves were born

like swords

in the garden,the earth heaped up her power

showing your naked transparency,

and as the remote sea

in lifting the breasts of Aphrodite

duplicating the magnolia,

so did the earth

make you,


clear as a planet

and destined

to shine,

constant constellation,

round rose of water,


the table

of the poor.

You make us cry without hurting us.

I have praised everything that exists,

but to me, onion, you are

more beautiful than a bird

of dazzling feathers,

heavenly globe, platinum goblet,

unmoving dance

of the snowy anemone

and the fragrance of the earth lives

in your crystalline nature.

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