<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to My Socks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mara Mori brought me<br>a pair of socks<br>which she knitted herself<br>with her sheepherder's hands,<br>two socks as soft as rabbits.<br>I slipped my feet into them<br>as if they were two cases<br>knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin,<br>Violent socks,<br>my feet were two fish made of wool,<br>two long sharks<br>sea blue, shot through<br>by one golden thread,<br>two immense blackbirds,<br>two cannons,<br>my feet were honored in this way<br>by these heavenly socks.<br>They were so handsome for the first time<br>my feet seemed to me unacceptable<br>like two decrepit firemen,<br>firemen unworthy of that woven fire,<br>of those glowing socks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nevertheless, I resisted the sharp temptation<br>to save them somewhere as schoolboys<br>keep fireflies,<br>as learned men collect<br>sacred texts,<br>I resisted the mad impulse to put them<br>in a golden cage and each day give them<br>birdseed and pieces of pink melon.<br>Like explorers in the jungle<br>who hand over the very rare green deer<br>to the spit and eat it with remorse,<br>I stretched out my feet and pulled on<br>the magnificent socks and then my shoes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moral of my ode is this:<br>beauty is twice beauty<br>and what is good is doubly good<br>when it is a matter of two socks<br>made of wool in winter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Pablo+Neruda">Pablo Neruda</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476074" data-title="Ode to My Socks de Pablo Neruda" data-description="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 ..."></div> </div> </div>

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