Ode To My Socks Poem by Pablo Neruda

Ode To My Socks

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jo Momma 08 June 2021

I agree with unknown

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unknown 05 May 2020

this is horrible specally the video

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nobody 04 May 2021

don't be a hater, the dude just likes his socks

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unknown 14 May 2020

big fax yo

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Manonton Dalan 15 December 2015

I need something to keep me warm either socks or love in that order

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Brian Jani 27 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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