Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.

Sanober Khan
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The line, “Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits” is a part of an ode written by the Greek poet Pindar. This line is a metaphor for the poet’s transformation and growth as he writes his ode. He sees the lines of his face and hands as “new lines” and his skin as “new country.” He paints an entire “country” with his words as he writes his ode. The poet also sees his hair as swaying silk, which is a fancy term for fabric made from threads woven together to make fabric. So, essentially, what Pindar sees are all of the things in life that are not important but are important nonetheless.

Source: A Thousand Flamingos

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