FAVORITE PABLO NERUDA ODES (FOOD RELATED)

A must for your collection: All The Odes by Pablo Neruda
  1. Ode To The Lemon
    So, when your hand | grasps the hemisphere | of the cut | lemon above your plate | you spill | a universe of gold, | a goblet yellow | with miracles
  2. Ode To Bread
    You line up | on the baker's | powdered trays | like silverware or plates | or pieces of paper, | and suddenly | life washes | over you, | there's the joining of seed | and fire, | and you're growing, growing | all at once | like | hips, mouths, breasts, | mounds of earth, | or people's lives.
  3. Ode To The Apple
    I want | a city, | a republic, | a Mississippi River | of apples, | and on its shores | I want to see | the entire | population | of the world | united, reunited, | in the simplest act on earth: | biting an apple.
  4. Ode To French Fries
    The world's | joy | sputtering | in boiling | oil: | potatoes | about to be fried | enter | the skillet | like the snowy | wings | of a morning swan
  5. Ode To The Watermelon
    Water coffer, | placid fruit | queen | warehouse | of depth, | earthly moon!
  6. Ode To The Orange
    Orange, | the world was made | in your likeness | and image: | the sun was made round, surrounded | by peels of flame, | and night strewed its engine and its path | with your blossoms.
  7. Ode To Wine
    Oh you, jug of wine, in the desert | with the luscious woman I love, | said the old poet. | Let the wine pitcher | add its kiss to the kiss of love.
  8. Ode To The Onion
    Fairy godmother | wrapped | in fancy paper, | you rise from the soil, | eternal, intact, as pure | as a celestial seed, | and when the kitchen knife | cuts you | the only painless tear | is shed: | you made us weep without suffering.