bazaars
and a clotting of acids
alcoves unguessed by the eye
Cutting the lemon
so the freshness lives on
the lemon trees yellow
of a miracle,
that open acidulous glass
rid九*九*藏*书*网ing the droplets,
the gold of the universe
emerges,
creations
The harbors are big with it-
move down
to your touch:
Pablo Neruda
Delicate mer
九-九-藏-书-网chandise!
lashed and insatiable
into the starry
holds the cut of the lemon,
with miracles,
loosed
a breast and a nipple
divisions:
the proportions, arcane and ac九-九-藏-书-网erb.
the knife
in the sweet-smelling house of the rind,
aromatic facades.
perfuming the earth;
altars,
from the trees planetarium
Out of lemon flowers
irreducible, changeless九*九*藏*书*网,
on a trencher,
for the light and the
essences,
the lemons
original juices,
alive:
sodden with fragrance,
brims
So, while the hand
leaves a little cathedral:
the halves
the diminu九*九*藏*书*网tive fire of a planet.
a flashing made fruitage,
We open
wells
barbarous gold.
half a world
to the light; topazes
a cup yellow
on the moonlight, loves
A Lemon
in a lemon,