A Lemon Comments

Crafty poem. Now I can have my lemonade.

5 Stars fullest on Top for this amazing poem about a Lemon. Congratulations being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day

All about a lemon, described in this poem in a most delicate way, with tints of sensual passionate stresses in an extrovert way typical by the great Poet Pablo Neruda. Very impressive!

All about the lemon narrated with great deliberation and in an exquisite style by the master craftsman.

The best poetry, of course by Neruda and the best fiction it’s, no doubt, Marquez. How I regret, I don’t read Spanish.☹️

Another wonderful poem from the Master Poet. Lovely. Is it not a metaphor for his lover? “A cup yellow With miracles” A breast and nipple Perfuming the earth” The diminutive fire Of the planet” At the same time, she is “Arcane and acerb “ Wonderful!

Fantastic nerudaa

Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence

dude honestly your on every poem shut up

''ODE TO A LEMON'' in the original Spanish: De aquellos azahares desatados por la luz de la luna, de aquel olor de amor exasperado, hundido en la fragancia salió del limonero el amarillo, desde su planetario bajaron a la tierra los limones. ¡Tierna mercadería! Se llenaron las costas, los mercados, de luz, de oro silvestre, y abrimos dos mitades de milagro, ácido congelado que corría desde los hemisferios de una estrella, y el licor más profundo de la naturaleza, intransferible, vivo, irreductible nació de la frescura del limón, de su casa fragante, de su ácida, secreta simetría. En el limón cortaron los cuchillos una pequeña catedral, el ábside escondido abrió a la luz los ácidos vitrales y en gotas resbalaron los topacios, los altares, la fresca arquitectura. Así, cuando tu mano empuña el hemisferio del cortado limón sobre tu plato un universo de oro derramaste, una copa amarilla con milagros, uno de los pezones olorosos del pecho de la tierra, el rayo de la luz que se hizo fruta, el fuego diminuto de un planeta.

So poetically and metaphorically utilized expressions. Quite a creative representation of 'happy life'

An interesting write. Amazing imagery he uses to describe a lemon. Can almost see, smell and taste its acidic juiciness!

Palo neruda what an awesome piece if writting

nice work on lemon! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

acerbically worded poem, leaving a loving lemony sting! ! Amazing Neruda!

neruda callss for love of truth, kudos

Neruda painted with words, into the canvas of our minds. brilliant.

mark of a masterpiece...superb

He so beautifully describes lemons :)