This Pablo Neruda book of poems was my first gift to Lindsey. It is a perfect little read for Thanksgiving travel. Although we aren't going far, I may bring it along. Also, am loving the plates in Zuppa Atelier's Etsy shop. Colorful and sweet.
Ode to the plate
Plate,
world's
most vital disk,
planet and planetarium:
at noon, when
the sun, itself a plate of fire,
crowns
the
height
of day,
your stars
appear, plate,
upon
the tables of the world,
constellations
in abundance,
and the world
fills with food, and the universe
fils with fragrance,
until work
reclaims
the workers,
and once again
the dining car is empty,
while the plates return
to the depths of the kitchen.
Smooth, perfect vessel,
you were spawned by a sponge on a stone.
Then the human hand
duplicated
that perfect hollow
and the potter copied its freshness
so that
time with its thread
could insert it
forever
between every man and his life"
one plate, two plates, three…
ceramic hope,
sacred bowl,
moonlight precise within its halo,
rounded beauty of a diadem.
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