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 <PRE>
-The onion is frost
+The onion is frozen
-shut in and poor.
+stubborn and poor.
 Frost of your days
-and of my nights.
+and of my nights,
-Hunger and onion,
+great black cold and
-black ice and frost
+huge round frost.
-My little boy
+In the cradle of hunger
-was in hunger’s cradle.
+my child sleeps
-He was nursed
+He is suckled
-on onion blood.
+on the blood of the onion.
-But your blood
+Yet its is your blood [sic]
-is frosted with sugar,
+frosty with sugar
 onion and hunger.
 A dark woman
-dissolved in moonlight
+changed into a moon
-pours herself thread by thread
+drop by drop spills herself
-into the cradle.
+bending over the cradle.
-Laugh, son,
+Laugh, my son,
-you can swallow the moon
+drawing the moon towards you
-when you want to.
+when it is needful.
-Lark of my house,
+Bird in my house
-keep laughing.
+laugh out aloud.
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''[[Lullaby of the Onion]]'' is a poem by Miguel Hernandez, which Delia set to music for ''[[Poets in Prison]]''.

=Poem text=
From [https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/lullaby-onion poets.org]:
<PRE>
The onion is frost
shut in and poor.
Frost of your days
and of my nights.
Hunger and onion,
black ice and frost
large and round.

My little boy
was in hunger’s cradle.
He was nursed
on onion blood.
But your blood
is frosted with sugar,
onion and hunger.

A dark woman
dissolved in moonlight
pours herself thread by thread
into the cradle.
Laugh, son,
you can swallow the moon
when you want to.

Lark of my house,
keep laughing.
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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