MEHETABEL's knitting lies loose in her hand;
She watches the gold of a broken red brand
That glitters and flashes,
And falls into ashes:
The flame that illumines her face
From the cavernous, black fire-place
Brings ever new wonders of color and shade
To flicker about her, and shimmer and fade.
Does any one guess
Of this maid's loveliness,
That the lonesome and smoky old room seems to bless?
-- From "Mehetabel" (1869) by Lucy Larcom
I love to show gratitude toward people through knitting. It still awes me to think that every single part of the yarn in the finished piece has met my fingers and has been formed into something beautiful, or cute, or silly, with them. I also think about the thoughts that went into projects, whether they are from concentration on the project itself or other wanderings. Knitting is such a personal process!
The recipient of this particular gift became a good friend over the time that I worked with her, especially while she advised my progress on my honors thesis (which included works by Lucy Larcom. My favorite of her poems is quoted above). I like to imagine that this scarf captures some of our laughs, sadness, contemplation, and inquisitiveness.