Friday, April 25, 2008
The Onion is my favorite poem out of the selection. Mainly because it compares something simple (an onion) to something much more complex (humans). In the onion the author writes of how oniony the onion, and how it is all onion and nothing more. Its innards are onions and everything about an onion is onion. The onions counterpart in this poem, humans, are the complete opposite of the simplistic onion. We are composed of way more than just humans. We have blood running through our bodies, we have veins, arteries, bones, etc... I enjoyed The Onion because of the dichotomy it presented.