Words To Live By...#2

'Ode to Clothes' by Pablo Neruda is one of my fave poems. I discovered Neruda and his works while doing my Masters course. The first time I read this poem was when a friend gifted me a wall hanging with the poem printed. He said the poem reminded him of me. Upon reading it, I instantly connected with Neruda's words. The poem beautifully captures the emotions and mind set of every fashion lover. The oneness we feel with our clothes. While a lot of people see fashion as a frivolous profession and clothes as just bare necessity, we the denizen of the fashion world have a much more spiritual relationship with them. 

What I love about this poem is how Neruda has personified clothes into more than mere objects. For him, they are an integral part of his life, they are like a friend, a lover and in many ways an extension of himself.

[Image via Geek In The Pink]

I have always though of this poem as an anthem for every fashion blogger. Read on and let me know if you agree with me.

Ode to Clothes

Every morning you wait,

clothes, over a chair,

to fill yourself with

my vanity, my love,

my hope, my body.

Barely

risen from sleep,

I relinquish the water,

enter your sleeves,

my legs look for

the hollows of your legs,

and so embraced

by your indefatigable faithfulness

I rise, to tread the grass,

enter poetry,

consider through the windows,

the things,

the men, the women,

the deeds and the fights

go on forming me,

go on making me face things

working my hands,

opening my eyes,

using my mouth,

and so,

clothes,

I too go forming you,

extending your elbows,

snapping your threads,

and so your life expands

in the image of my life.

In the wind

you billow and snap

as if you were my soul,

at bad times

you cling

to my bones,

vacant, for the night,

darkness, sleep

populate with their phantoms

your wings and mine.

I wonder

if one day

a bullet

from the enemy

will leave you stained with my blood

and then

you will die with me

or one day

not quite

so dramatic

but simple,

you will fall ill,

clothes,

with me,

grow old

with me, with my body

and joined

we will enter

the earth.

Because of this

each day

I greet you

with reverence and then

you embrace me and I forget you,

because we are one

and we will go on

facing the wind, in the night,

the streets or the fight,

a single body,

one day, one day, some day, still.

Do you have a fave poem or a piece of literature that you connect with? Share them with me in the comment section.

Till then, tra-la,
 Amena!!

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