Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Ode To Salt - Poem by Pablo Neruda

This salt
in the salt cellar
I once saw in the salt mines.
I know
you won't
believe me
but
it sings
salt sings, the skin
of the salt mines
sings
with a mouth smothered
by the earth.
I shivered in those
solitudes
when I heard
the voice
of
the salt
in the desert.
Near Antofagasta
the nitrous
pampa
resounds:
a
broken
v oice,
a mournful
song.

In its caves
the salt moans, mountain
of buried light,
translucent cathedral,
crystal of the sea, oblivion
of the waves.
And then on every table
in the world,
salt,
we see your piquant
powder
sprinkling
vital light
upon
our food.
Preserver
of the ancient
holds of ships,
discoverer
on
the high seas,
earliest
sailor
of the unknown, shifting
byways of the foam.
Dust of the sea, in you
the tongue receives a kiss
from ocean night:
taste imparts to every seasoned
dish your ocean essence;
the smallest,
miniature
wave from the saltcellar
reveals to us
more than domestic whiteness;
in it, we taste infinitude.

Form: Ode


Comments about Ode To Salt by Pablo Neruda

  • Brian Jani (4/27/2014 7:53:00 AM)


    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out  (Report) Reply

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  • (11/7/2006 6:50:00 AM)


    Yes- Do u like salt?
    Interesting poem - well written
    kt
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  • john tiong chunghoo (7/3/2006 8:09:00 AM)


    yes it is so true. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 3, 2014


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