Do you know the Pablo Naruda poem "ode to an onion?" I think you captured it in a photograph... these are lovely!!!
Onion,luminous flask,your beauty formedpetal by petal,crystal scales expanded youand in the secrecy of the dark earthyou belly grew round with dew.Under the earththe miraclehappenedand when your clumsygreen stem apppeared,and your leaves were bornlike swordsin the garden,the earth heaped up her powershowing your naked transparency,and as the remote seain lifting the breasts of Aphroditeduplicated the magnolia,so did the earthmake youonion,clear as a planet,and destinedto shine,constant constellation,round rose of water,uponthe tableof the poor.Generouslyyou undoyour globe of freshnessin the fervent consummationof the cooking pot,and the crystal shredin the flaming heat of the oilis transformed into a curled golden feather.Then, too, I will recall how fertileis your influence on the love of the salad,and it seem that the sky contributesby giving you the shape of hailstonesto celebrate your chopped brightnesson the hemispheres of a tomato.But within reachof the hands of the common people,sprinkled with oil,dusted with a bit of salt,you kill the hungerof the day-laborer on his hard path.Star of the poor,fairy godmotherwrappedin delicatepaper, you rise from the groundeternal, whole, purelike an astral seed,and when the kitchen knifecuts you, there arisesthe only tearwithout sorrow.You make us cry without hurting us.I have praised every thing that exists,but to me, onion, you are more beautiful than a birdof dazzling feathers,you are to my eyesa heavenly globe, a platinum goblet,an unmoving danceof the snowy anemone.and the fragrance of the earth livesin your crystalline nature.
And so have you inspired and provoked mad love here in this most glorious space.XXXOO