This Thurdays August 15th, the Sock Class cometh!
Now read this ↓
and if you do not want to make socks after that, you may have a heart of stone – get that checked!
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,
my feet were two fish made of wool,
two long sharks
sea blue, shot through
by one golden thread,
two immense blackbirds,
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
as learned men collect
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.
This poem is by Pablo Neruda and translated by Robert Bly.
Although I am a long time fan of Senor Neruda, I first read this poem on Kate Davies blog. Ms Davies, is one talented knitter and knit-wear designer and she has a wonderful blog besides. Go see!
More inspiration for sock knitting
Illustration by Cristina Barsony