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From Ellen Bass:

September 19, 2015

The great ones regard every moment like this,

catch it as it swims – onion, bird, flower, fish –

the way a bear scoops a salmon from the river.

They love the oily orange flesh and the fins,

the pewter eye, the slimy entrails, and the harp of bones.

The masters eat everything right up to their death.

And then they grab that, too, in the failing fist.

– From Reading Neruda’s ‘Ode to the Onion’

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