Ode to the chair

Some odd lines from Pablo Neruda's poem which really refers to a different kind of chair, but a few can apply to this one, which I photographed in a restaurant in Oslo in April 2017 and have kept safely in my phone gallery ever since.

 

... a throne

of unkempt velvet,

the plush of an overstuffed chair...

a chair

that embraces everything,

the sound

ground and

supreme dignity

of repose...

Bring me a chair

in the midst of thunder

a chair for me

and for everyone

not only

to relieve

an exhausted body

but

for every purpose

and for every person

for squandered strength

and for meditation.

War is as vast as the shadowy jungle

A single chair

is

the first sign

of

peace.

Done