Cutting the lemon / the knife / leaves a little cathedral: / alcoves unguessed by the eye / that open acidulous glass / to the light; topazes / riding the droplets, altars, / aromatic facades. – Pablo Neruda, A Lemon. What’s more beautiful than a bright, fragrant fresh lemon? And who better to somehow capture its very essence in words than Chilean poet Pablo Neruda? His ode poem A Lemon is like a song, a paean to this miraculous fruit. Give yourself a treat and read it. And should you want to continue immersing yourself in Neruda’s gorgeous language and celebration of the essence of things, I recommend splurging on All the…