So, while the hand/holds the cut of the lemon,
half a world/on a trencher,
the gold of the universe/wells/to your touch:
a cup yellow/with miracles,
a breast and a nipple/perfuming the earth;
a flashing made fruitage,
the diminutive fire of a planet.
- Pablo Neruda, Ode to a Lemon
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