Confused Artichoke

The title of my blog comes from a Pablo Neruda poem called Ode to the Artichoke. It is about an artichoke, who is growing in the garden with his little scales, and is very serious compared to the other vegetables. He keeps with his scales, and has a very serious dome configuration, while on the other hand the carrots are growing moustaches, the cauliflower is trying out skirts, and the oregano wants to perfume the entire world.

Then the artichoke gets taken to market, and in the wicker baskets, he realizes his dream is to be in the army, to go to war. Men take the baskets off the trucks with a crash and dust jumping up when they drop them down on the dirt road, and he realizes his dream is being realized.

Then a woman comes to the market, holds him up and buys him. She puts him in her bag with some flip flops she has just bought, a bottle of vinegar and a cabbage. So it isn't so much that he is confused about himself; but that others, or at least this lady, confuse who he is.
The woman and her husband who eat him call him the peaceful pasta with a green heart.

I chose this poem to be the beginning of my blog, because the way Pablo Neruda describes the vegetables, and the road to the market, and the woman at the market are all images that surpass any in poems I knew before I read this one.