I love this series, Lyric. Bravo! And as an English Major (25 years ago...) it made me think about all of that lovely poetry I studied. The best fit I can think of is your "knitted" piece being paired with Pablo Neruda's "Ode to my Socks". I am not sure if copyright has expired - probably hasn't, but if you site the author and translator, you'd probably have no problem. I'll try to add the copy to this comment, but if you can't get it, email me and I'll send an attachment. vdenegre(at)yahoo(dot)com "Ode to My Socks" by Pablo Neruda (translated by Robert Bly) Mara Mori brought me a pair of socks which she knitted herself with her sheepherder's hands, two socks as soft as rabbits. I slipped my feet into them as if they were two cases knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin, Violent socks, my feet were two fish made of wool, two long sharks sea blue, shot through by one golden thread, two immense blackbirds, two cannons, my feet were honored in this way by these heavenly socks. They were so handsome for the first time my feet seemed to me unacceptable like two decrepit firemen, firemen unworthy of that woven fire, of those glowing socks.
Nevertheless, I resisted the sharp temptation to save them somewhere as schoolboys keep fireflies, as learned men collect sacred texts, I resisted the mad impulse to put them in a golden cage and each day give them birdseed and pieces of pink melon. Like explorers in the jungle who hand over the very rare green deer to the spit and eat it with remorse, I stretched out my feet and pulled on the magnificent socks and then my shoes.
The moral of my ode is this: beauty is twice beauty and what is good is doubly good when it is a matter of two socks made of wool in winter.
I love this series, Lyric. Bravo! And as an English Major (25 years ago...) it made me think about all of that lovely poetry I studied. The best fit I can think of is your "knitted" piece being paired with Pablo Neruda's "Ode to my Socks". I am not sure if copyright has expired - probably hasn't, but if you site the author and translator, you'd probably have no problem. The poem is too large to attach to this comment, but if you can't get it, email me and I'll send an attachment. vdenegre(at)yahoo(dot)com
last stanza... The moral of my ode is this: beauty is twice beauty and what is good is doubly good when it is a matter of two socks made of wool in winter.
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I love this series, Lyric. Bravo! And as an English Major (25 years ago...) it made me think about all of that lovely poetry I studied. The best fit I can think of is your "knitted" piece being paired with Pablo Neruda's "Ode to my Socks". I am not sure if copyright has expired - probably hasn't, but if you site the author and translator, you'd probably have no problem. I'll try to add the copy to this comment, but if you can't get it, email me and I'll send an attachment.
vdenegre(at)yahoo(dot)com "Ode to My Socks" by Pablo Neruda (translated by Robert Bly)
Mara Mori brought me
a pair of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheepherder's hands,
two socks as soft as rabbits.
I slipped my feet into them
as if they were two cases
knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin,
Violent socks,
my feet were two fish made of wool,
two long sharks
sea blue, shot through
by one golden thread,
two immense blackbirds,
two cannons,
my feet were honored in this way
by these heavenly socks.
They were so handsome for the first time
my feet seemed to me unacceptable
like two decrepit firemen,
firemen unworthy of that woven fire,
of those glowing socks.
Nevertheless, I resisted the sharp temptation
to save them somewhere as schoolboys
keep fireflies,
as learned men collect
sacred texts,
I resisted the mad impulse to put them
in a golden cage and each day give them
birdseed and pieces of pink melon.
Like explorers in the jungle
who hand over the very rare green deer
to the spit and eat it with remorse,
I stretched out my feet and pulled on
the magnificent socks and then my shoes.
The moral of my ode is this:
beauty is twice beauty
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.
I love this series, Lyric. Bravo! And as an English Major (25 years ago...) it made me think about all of that lovely poetry I studied. The best fit I can think of is your "knitted" piece being paired with Pablo Neruda's "Ode to my Socks". I am not sure if copyright has expired - probably hasn't, but if you site the author and translator, you'd probably have no problem. The poem is too large to attach to this comment, but if you can't get it, email me and I'll send an attachment.
vdenegre(at)yahoo(dot)com
last stanza...
The moral of my ode is this:
beauty is twice beauty
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.
Cameo and lace
Stitching shows the past still lives
Beauty at its best.
Gorgeous Lyric! and I love doing the Haiku...
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