Ode # 20
I am not poking fun
at you Don Pablo, it's respect
disguised as laughter, but I cannot
stand it. I do not allow such forms
of humiliation, such an offense:
to write verses to an onion
and all the while, do it right.
On the other hand, I am so new
at this trade, I cannot thread
together more than three beautiful
lines to the man I love using qualifiers
you so skillfully waste
on elephants, artichokes, dogs,
salt-roses and onions.
Damn you, Neruda,
for using those expressions
and leaving them useless.