I spent a couple hours in the OP main branch library this afternoon, and read two books I desperately need to read all the way through: a book of poems by Pablo Neruda, and The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. Its funny how I felt drawn to the both of them. Sylvia is full of quotations I identify with and her experience of attempted suicide and other things I can relate to all too well. Pablo I dont quite understand, but his poetry has an exhilarating expression of language I only experienced with Shakespeare. Reading any poem to me is like biting into a piece of fruit and feeling an overwhelming burst of juice and texture flood your senses and make you feel wonderful to be alive and privy to lifes experiences, no matter how dark they are.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Feb 2014 23:24:42 +0000