Friday, September 28, 2007

A Plate Like The Moon Itself

By Pablo Neruda, from "Extravagaria," translated by Alastair Reid

Let us sit down soon to eat
with all those who haven't eaten,
let us spread great tablecloths,
put salt in the lakes of the world,
set up planetary bakeries,
tables with strawberries in snow,
and a plate like the moon itself
from which we will all eat.
For now I ask no more
than the justice of eating.

1 comment:

Joyce Ray said...

Tabitha, what a beautiful poem. With a full moon right now, it's easy to imagine that big-enough-for-the-world plate.