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''[[Lullaby of the Onion]]'' is a poem by Miguel Hernandez, which Delia set to music for ''[[Poets in Prison]]''.
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''[[Lullaby of the Onion]]'' is a poem by Miguel Hernandez, which Delia set to music for ''[[Poets in Prison#Lullaby of the Onion|Poets in Prison]]''.
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From [https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/lullaby-onion poets.org]:
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The onion is frost
The onion is frozen
shut in and poor.
stubborn and poor.
Frost of your days
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.
large and round.


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.
onion and hunger.


A dark woman
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.
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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Latest revision as of 18:04, 3 June 2017

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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 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.
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