Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Ode to the Onion

A beauty from Pablo Neruda:

Ode To The Onion 
by Pablo Neruda 

Onion, 
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 
happened 
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, 
onion 
clear as a planet 
and destined 
to shine, 
constant constellation, 
round rose of water, 
upon 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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I originally saw this left-aligned, but I really like the onion-like bulbous shapes that emerge when it is center-aligned. Yes?

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