(For the Blogstalkers....even if I don't have the code up yet.)
I looked up the forms of the ode, and at the moment don't care to wrap (h'mm..almost wrote warp. Hello, Dr. Freud!) my mind around them.
Gleaming tangles of string. Wool, silk, linen and more,
Ready to become every sort of draped or fulled dream.
Knitter's dreams, looped and shaped
with pointy sticks of rosewood and casein and ebony and Bakelite.