Lullaby of the Onion
by Miguel Hernandez
The onion is frost
shut in and poor.
Frost of your days
and of my nights.
Hunger and onion,
black ice and frost
large and round.
My little boy
was in hunger’s cradle.
He was nursed
on onion blood.
But your blood
is frosted with sugar,
onion and hunger.
A dark woman
dissolved in moonlight
pours herself thread by thread
into the cradle.
Laugh, son,
you can swallow the moon
when you want to.
Lark of my house,
keep laughing.
The laughter in your eyes
is the light of the world.
Laugh so much
that my soul, hearing you,
will beat in space.
Your laughter frees me,
gives me wings.
It sweeps away my loneliness,
knocks down my cell.
Mouth that flies,
heart that turns
to lightning on your lips.
Your laughter is
the sharpest sword,
conqueror of flowers
and larks.
Rival of the sun.
Future of my bones
and of my love.
The flesh fluttering,
the sudden eyelid,
and the baby is rosier
than ever.
How many linnets
take off, wings fluttering,
from your body!
I woke up from childhood:
don’t you wake up.
I have to frown:
always laugh.
Keep to your cradle,
defending laughter
feather by feather.
Yours is a flight so high,
so wide
that your body is a sky
newly born.
If only I could climb
to the origin
of your flight!
Eight months old you laugh
with five orange blossoms.
With five little
ferocities.
With five teeth
like five young
jasmine blossoms.
They will be the frontier
of tomorrow’s kisses
when you feel your teeth
as weapons,
when you feel a flame
running toward your gums
driving toward the centre.
Fly away, son, on the double
moon of the breast:
it is saddened by onion,
you are satisfied.
Don’t let go.
Don’t find out what’s happening,
or what goes on.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Олег Бундур – Уборка
- Hymn To Death poem – Alfred Austin
- A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
- Be Not a War Poet by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- My Heart Goes Out by Stevie Smith
- Denner’s Old Woman by William Cowper
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сказка о несчастных сказочных персонажах
- Sonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes by William Shakespeare
- Алексей Толстой – Прогулка с подругой жизни
- Владимир Луговской – Обращение
- To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet 02
- Winter dusk at the railway halt by Sunil Sharma
- Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- Patience, Hard Thing! The Hard Thing But To Pray poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
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