Ode to Apples

Siempre
you are as nothing new
or anyone,
always
freshly fallen
Paradise:
full
and pure
mejilla arrebolada
Aurora!
It's difficult
son
compared
with you
the fruits of the earth,
las celulares uvas,
los mangos
tenebrosos,
las huesudas
ciruelas, los higos
submarinos:
You are pure ointment,
fragrant bread,
cheese
Vegetation.

Carina apple

Cuando bite
your round innocence
return
for an instant
to be
also newly created creatures:
we still have some apple.

I want
an abundance
total, Multiplication
Of your family,
I want
a city,
a republic,
a Mississippi River
apple,
and on its banks
quiero ver
all
the population
del mundo
together, gathered,
in the simplest act of land:
mordiendo una manzana.
1956.
Pablo Neruda