Ode to a Box of Tea, by Pablo Neruda

This is the first thing that I've recorded with my new Blue Snowball. Overall, I'm very pleased with the quality of the recording. And I love this poem. It's one of my very favorite of Neruda's work.

Ode to a Box of Tea.

You can read this, and many more of his wonderful odes, in Odes To Common Things.

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Ode to the Maker of Odes

A poet is one who says, beautifully, the things that we all think, mundanely, and are embarrassed to put into words.

Ode to the Maker of Odes reminds me of the brief moment I spent visiting with Arthur C. Clarke, and that instant in which we clasped one another's right hand, and looked in each other's eyes.

And, yes, I gave him a small toy as I left, and have wondered often what became of it.

Neruda

If you haven't read any Neruda, you really should. He's got a fabulous way of taking the mundane, every-day stuff of our lives and finding the beauty and poetry hiding in them. I'm particularly fond of Ode to my socks - a banal topic if ever there was one.

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Here dies another day during which I have had eyes, ears, hands and the great world round me; And with tomorrow begins another. Why am I allowed two? (Evening, by Chesterton)

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