Ode To The Artichoke Poem by Pablo Neruda

Ode To The Artichoke

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The artichoke
With a tender heart
Dressed up like a warrior,
Standing at attention, it built
A small helmet
Under its scales
It remained
Unshakeable,
By its side
The crazy vegetables
Uncurled
Their tendrills and leaf-crowns,
Throbbing bulbs,
In the sub-soil
The carrot
With its red mustaches
Was sleeping,
The grapevine
Hung out to dry its branches
Through which the wine will rise,
The cabbage
Dedicated itself
To trying on skirts,
The oregano
To perfuming the world,
And the sweet
Artichoke
There in the garden,
Dressed like a warrior,
Burnished
Like a proud
Pomegrante.
And one day
Side by side
In big wicker baskets
Walking through the market
To realize their dream
The artichoke army
In formation.
Never was it so military
Like on parade.
The men
In their white shirts
Among the vegetables
Were
The Marshals
Of the artichokes
Lines in close order
Command voices,
And the bang
Of a falling box.

But
Then
Maria
Comes
With her basket
She chooses
An artichoke,
She's not afraid of it.
She examines it, she observes it
Up against the light like it was an egg,
She buys it,
She mixes it up
In her handbag
With a pair of shoes
With a cabbage head and a
Bottle
Of vinegar
Until
She enters the kitchen
And submerges it in a pot.

Thus ends
In peace
This career
Of the armed vegetable
Which is called an artichoke,
Then
Scale by scale,
We strip off
The delicacy
And eat
The peaceful mush
Of its green heart.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Olivia Thomas 22 January 2019

I had to read the poem a couple of times but after that i got what it ment! 😂😂

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Brian Jani 27 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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Constance K Yost 10 June 2012

I'm 11 yrs. old and I like artichokes.

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Magen 29 April 2018

So what? ?

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Magen 29 April 2018

So What? ? ? ?

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Dirty Hand 16 August 2011

Outstanding. Simply outstanding.

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Magen 29 April 2018

interesting :)

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