Ode To Maize Poem by Pablo Neruda

Ode To Maize

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America, from a grain
of maize you grew
to crown
with spacious lands
the ocean foam.
A grain of maize was your geography.
From the grain
a green lance rose,
was covered with gold,
to grace the heights
of Peru with its yellow tassels.

But, poet, let
history rest in its shroud;
praise with your lyre
the grain in its granaries:
sing to the simple maize in the kitchen.

First, a fine beard
fluttered in the field
above the tender teeth
of the young ear.
Then the husks parted
and fruitfulness burst its veils
of pale papyrus
that grains of laughter
might fall upon the earth.
To the stone,
in your journey,
you returned.
Not to the terrible stone,
the bloody
triangle of Mexican death,
but to the grinding stone,
sacred
stone of your kitchens.
There, milk and matter,
strength-giving, nutritious
cornmeal pulp,
you were worked and patted
by the wondrous hands
of dark-skinned women.

Wherever you fall, maize,
whether into the
splendid pot of partridge, or among
country beans, you light up
the meal and lend it
your virginal flavor.

Oh, to bite into
the steaming ear beside the sea
of distant song and deepest waltz.
To boil you
as your aroma
spreads through
blue sierras.

But is there
no end
to your treasure?

In chalky, barren lands
bordered
by the sea, along
the rocky Chilean coast,
at times
only your radiance
reaches the empty
table of the miner.

Your light, your cornmeal, your hope
pervades America's solitudes,
and to hunger
your lances
are enemy legions.

Within your husks,
like gentle kernels,
our sober provincial
children's hearts were nurtured,
until life began
to shuck us from the ear.

Ode To Maize
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shaun Cronick 02 May 2020

A timeless great poem from the great man indeed.

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Gillian 05 February 2019

I love his poetry and presume it is in translation Is it 'partridge'? Or porridge?

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Brian Jani 27 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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Brian is libtard 25 September 2018

no i will not check yours out

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John Tiong Chunghoo 03 July 2006

so imaginative, the corn just wishes to be on your table to listen to your song of corn.

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Martha Prothro 11 March 2006

It would be valuable and proper to give the name of the translator of all poems written in languages other than English, like this one.

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