Ode to the Apple
by Pablo Neruda
Apple I want to celebrate you, Making my mouth run with juice At the mere mention of your name. You are eternally new Like nothing else, Like no-one else. Always. A recent windfall from Paradise Bursting with purity Like the crimson cheek Of the dawn. How shall I compare thee To the fruits of the earth? The particle grapes, The dusky mangoes The bony plum trees, The deep depths figs. You are pure pomade, Freshly toasted bread, The cheese Of the vegetable world. When I bite into you, Your restore my innocence. Just touching an apple Returns us in an instant To the moment of being Newly sprung from the earth. I want a superabundance, An overrunning of your family. I want A city, A republic, A Mississippi River Of apples And on your shores, I want to see Everyone in the world United, reunited In the simplest act in the world, Munching an apple. |
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