The artichoke
of delicate heart
erect
in its battle-dress, builds
its minimal cupola;
keeps
stark
in its scallop of
scales.
Around it,
demoniac vegetables
bristle their thickness,
devise
tendrils and belfries,
the bulb's agistations;
while under the subsoil
the carrot
sleeps sound in its
rusty mustaches.
Runner and filmaments
bleach in the vineyards,
whereon rise the vines.
The sedulous cabbage
arranges its petticoats;
oregano
sweetens a world;
and the artichoke
dulcetly there in a gardenplot,
armed fora skirmish,
goes proud
in its pomegranate
burnishes.
Poem: Pablo Neruda "Artichoke" (partial)
from Sustenance & Deisre, an anthlogy
Image credit: J.Brophy
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