January 14, 2014

Barbara's Socks


I'm happy to report I finished my socks.  I don't know how many years it took me to finish this pair, but I remember knitting the leg of sock one on the train from Nice to Florence when we went to Europe a couple of years ago.


I love these colors, and nothing beats the feeling of hand knit socks.  Finishing up a pair of socks reminds me of the poem "Ode to My Socks" by the Chilean poet Pablo Neruda:


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.

There are so many striking images in this poem.  I think I'll borrow the image of "woven fire" as a nickname for my socks.  
 

Inspired, I've cast on another pair.  Although I have successfully used a variation of the Roza's Socks pattern several times to knit socks that fit me perfectly, I'm feeling adventurous, and trying a new pattern, Laura Linneman's After Thought Heel Socks.  I figure if they don't fit me, they'll fit someone, and bring them the pleasure of feeling their feet like"two fish made of wool."

8 comments:

Cyra said...

Lots of images arrive with that poem.
Snuggleyumptious socks.

ladyhawthorne said...

Beautiful socks! Maybe one day I will try some, in the meantime I will enjoy looking at yours!

QuiltingFitzy said...

Both time I've seen these socks, I have to stick my fingers in my ears and sing, "LA-LA-LA-LA". Good finish for you!

Is this your preferred brand of yarn for socks?

Moira said...

Love the colors of your yarn for the socks! Enjoy them.

Debra Spincic said...

Your socks look so cozy! I have a few pairs my mom has knit but rarely wear them. I think she has given up on me.

cq4fun said...

Perfect name. The socks look so warm, and I like the new colors.

Barbara C said...

I like Patons Kroy sock yarn quite a bit, it's a real workhorse yarn. It's my first time using the second yarn, so the jury's still out on that one.

Suztats said...

The kroy yarn is so pretty, and the colourway you've chosen is a really nice one. I have some kroy yarn,, too, and like how the colours weave through it......love the poem and the part : "knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin" and the whole concept of honoring our feet.......Happy knitting!