In Neruda's poem, the speaker feels humbled and deeply moved by the socks Mara Mori gave him. Neruda's poetry often celebrates the voice of the common person, and he seems especially to value these socks because an ordinary woman knit them herself with her "sheepherder's hands."
He describes them as:
two socks as soft as rabbits. /I slipped my feet into them/ as if they were two cases/ knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin
Neruda takes a moment in this poem to dwell on the joy of receiving a simple handmade gift. The narrator asks us not to overlook the small things in life—even socks—because if we stop to think about them, they are miracles. His speaker finds a rare and precious quality in these wool socks and writes that
I resisted the mad impulse to put them/ in a golden cage and each day give them/ birdseed and pieces of pink melon.
It's a gift to be able to experience ecstasy over a pair of socks. Like Wordsworth, who could be filled with joy by the sight of thousands of daffodils dancing in the wind, Neruda models for us how to find a kind of deep happiness, not in money or prestige, but in taking time to notice all the beauty that surrounds us in everyday moments. He is sincere, not ironic, in his appreciation of life's offerings.