Handknit Socks

Here's a poem by Pablo Neruda on handknit 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, Violent socks, my feet were... Continue Reading →

A Bird Song

The words of Christina Rossetti have spoken to me for a very long time; I am no scholar or reader and perhaps am really conscious of just one of her poems.  It was the first poem to ever 'speak' to me, the first that echoed some deep, inner sentiment of my own and translated it... Continue Reading →

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