The Tomato
it’s time!
come on!
and, on
the table, at the midpoint
of summer
the tomato,
star of earth,
recurrent
and fertile
star,
displays its convolutions,
its canals,
its remarkable amplitude
and abundance,
no pit,
no husk,
no leaves or thorns,
the tomato offers its gift
of fiery color
and cool completeness.
This is a fragment from Pablo Neruda’s Ode to the Tomato.
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