Poetry Friday: Ode to Socks



Thanks to Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe for hosting Poetry Friday.

This year I am trying something new, an after school club, Poetry Rocks: Performance Poetry. Students will be learning poems for recitation. We will be sharing on Thursday, April 23 at our Local Barnes and Nobe.

The idea is due in part to Janet Clare who’s been involved with Poetry Out Loud.

I ran across this poem by Pablo Neruda as I was gathering poems for my group.  

Ode to My Socks

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.

~Pablo Neruda

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