Poetry Thursday - Ode to Things by Pablo Neruda

Ode to things

I have a crazy,

crazy love of things.

I like pliers,

and scissors.

I love

cups,

rings,

and bowls –

not to speak, of course,

of hats.

I love

all things,

not just

the grandest,

also 

the 

infinite-

ly

small – 

thimbles,

spurs,

plates,

and flower vases.

Oh yes, 

the planet

is sublime!

It’s full of

pipes 

weaving

hand-held

through tobacco smoke,

and keys

and salt shakers –

everything,

I mean,

that is made

by the hand of man, every little thing :

shapely shoes,

and fabric,

and each new

bloodless birth

of gold,

eyeglasses,

carpenter’s nails,

brushes,

clocks, compasses,

coins, and the so-soft

softness of chairs.

... and that is just the beginning of Pablo Neruda's poem, one of many in the book of almost the same name -

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Among them are odes to the cat, the dog, the onion, the tomato, a bar of soap, a pair of scissors.