Maru Mori brought me
a pair
of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheep-herder’s hands,
two socks as soft
as rabbits.
____
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.
From “Ode to My Socks” by Pablo Neruda (trans. by Robert Bly)
via The Sunday Best
