April 29, 2015
Your Laughter by Pablo Neruda
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
December 16, 2014
My name is Claire Kissinger, and I’ve lived in Evanston for the past three years. I am a senior at Northwestern majoring in Art History and minoring in Gender & Sexuality Studies, and I work at the Mary and Leigh Block Museum of Art as the Undergraduate Curatorial Fellow and as a Student Docent. I love working at the Block Museum because it allows me to learn and talk about art with both professionals in the field (artists, curators, preparators, scholars) as well as our patrons who come from a variety of backgrounds. In my free time, I love to drink coffee, dance, visit museums, and watch movies.
1) One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1970)
I loved reading One Hundred Years this summer. The book features an INCREDIBLY extended and unique family and the changes the family undergoes over many years as their community evolves. My favorite part of reading the book is that it was entirely unpredictable and fantastical, with characters constantly coming in and out of the narrative, always with ridiculous stories.
April 12, 2014
Ode to My Socks by Pablo Neruda (translated by Robert Bly)
Mara Mori brought me
a pair of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheepherder’s hands,
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,
Violent socks,
my feet were two fish made of wool,
two long sharks
sea blue, shot through
by one golden thread,
two immense blackbirds,
two cannons,
my feet were honored in this way
by these heavenly socks. Continue reading “National Poetry Month: April 12th”
April 6, 2013
The Saddest Poem by Pablo Neruda
April 20, 2011
Don’t Go Far Off, Not Even for a Day by Pablo Neruda
This poem was selected by Lesley W. (Reference Librarian)
April 25, 2010
Love Sonnet XIV by Pablo Neruda
I don’t have time enough to celebrate your hair.
One by one I should detail your hairs and praise them.
Other lovers want to live with particular eyes;
I only want to be your stylist.
In Italy the call you Medusa,
because of the high bristling light of your hair.
I call you curly, my tangler;
my heart knows the doorways of your hair. Continue reading “National Poetry Month: April 25th”
