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From [https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/lullaby-onion poets.org]:
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The onion is frost
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The onion is frozen
shut in and poor.
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stubborn and poor.
 
Frost of your days
 
Frost of your days
and of my nights.
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and of my nights,
Hunger and onion,
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great black cold and
black ice and frost
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huge round frost.
large and round.
 
  
My little boy
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In the cradle of hunger
was in hunger’s cradle.
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my child sleeps
He was nursed
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He is suckled
on onion blood.
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on the blood of the onion.
But your blood
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Yet its is your blood [sic]
is frosted with sugar,
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frosty with sugar
 
onion and hunger.
 
onion and hunger.
  
 
A dark woman
 
A dark woman
dissolved in moonlight
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changed into a moon
pours herself thread by thread
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drop by drop spills herself
into the cradle.
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bending over the cradle.
Laugh, son,
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Laugh, my son,
you can swallow the moon
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drawing the moon towards you
when you want to.
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when it is needful.
  
Lark of my house,
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Bird in my house
keep laughing.
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laugh out aloud.
The laughter in your eyes
 
is the light of the world.
 
Laugh so much
 
that my soul, hearing you,
 
will beat in space.
 
 
 
Your laughter frees me,
 
gives me wings.
 
It sweeps away my loneliness,
 
knocks down my cell.
 
Mouth that flies,
 
heart that turns
 
to lightning on your lips.
 
 
 
Your laughter is
 
the sharpest sword,
 
conqueror of flowers
 
and larks.
 
Rival of the sun.
 
Future of my bones
 
and of my love.
 
 
 
The flesh fluttering,
 
the sudden eyelid,
 
and the baby is rosier
 
than ever.
 
How many linnets
 
take off, wings fluttering,
 
from your body!
 
 
 
I woke up from childhood:
 
don’t you wake up.
 
I have to frown:
 
always laugh.
 
Keep to your cradle,
 
defending laughter
 
feather by feather.
 
 
 
Yours is a flight so high,
 
so wide
 
that your body is a sky
 
newly born.
 
If only I could climb
 
to the origin
 
of your flight!
 
 
 
Eight months old you laugh
 
with five orange blossoms.
 
With five little
 
ferocities.
 
With five teeth
 
like five young
 
jasmine blossoms.
 
 
 
They will be the frontier
 
of tomorrow’s kisses
 
when you feel your teeth
 
as weapons,
 
when you feel a flame
 
running toward your gums
 
driving toward the centre.
 
 
 
Fly away, son, on the double
 
moon of the breast:
 
it is saddened by onion,
 
you are satisfied.
 
Don’t let go.
 
Don’t find out what’s happening,
 
or what goes on.
 
 
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Revision as of 18:03, 3 June 2017

Lullaby of the Onion is a poem by Miguel Hernandez, which Delia set to music for Poets in Prison.

Poem text

From [DD101901]:

The onion is frozen
stubborn and poor.
Frost of your days
and of my nights,
great black cold and
huge round frost.

In the cradle of hunger
my child sleeps
He is suckled
on the blood of the onion.
Yet its is your blood [sic]
frosty with sugar
onion and hunger.

A dark woman
changed into a moon
drop by drop spills herself
bending over the cradle.
Laugh, my son,
drawing the moon towards you
when it is needful.

Bird in my house
laugh out aloud.