Ode to My Socks
Ode to My Socks by Pablo Neruda
Maru Mori brought me
a pair
of socks
that she knit with her
shepherd's hands.
Two socks as soft
as rabbit fur.
I thrust my feet
inside them
as if they were
two
little boxes
knit
from threads
of sunset
and sheepskin.
My feet were
two woolen
fish
in those outrageous socks,
...two giant blackbirds,
two cannons:
thus
were my feet
honored
by
those
heavenly
socks.
...So this is
the moral of my ode:
beauty is beauty
twice over
and good things are doubly
good
when you're talking about
a pair of wool socks
in the dead of winter
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