Heart-breakingly beautiful. Beautifully heart breaking. I’m not sure which one is more apt in the case of Rupi Kaur’s work “the sun and her flowers“. Even with having read, and reviewed, her debut collection “Milk and Honey“, I was still unprepared for the ways that it would impress on me. It moved me to the point of tears more times than I thought I would have been, but, like Rupi Kaur said in this collection, “i am // made of water // of course i’m emotional”.
The collection is in four parts that center on the birth cycle of a flower. Through this collection the reader gets a deep look into Rupi Kaur’s love life, all the beauty and damnable parts of it, with warts and beauty marks. We also learn about her life and the life of her parents (and of her culture) through the tales of her immigrant parents and how she felt about them for sacrificing all they they had. There are poems on recovery and restoration, on self-love, on self-hate. It seems the entirety of the human condition found its way within her work, and personally I loved every minute of it.
I discovered through the collection parts of myself I didn’t know were there. I rekindled a sympathetic self which I hadn’t employed outside of my relationship with my wife in years. I realized through the simplicity of her poem “a gift” that what I find myself constantly afraid of doing is perfectly okay to do. It goes: “a// man// who cries”. That’s all it took to validate the emotional existence I had sought to exterminate. An embrace is much easier anyway.
This work, and her one before this, will forever standout as exemplars of poetry collections. it is in how she takes the bad and the cursed and transmutes it in delicate gold. She has the perceptive eye of a poet true-to-form that is impossible to fake. For this work, I am grateful to her.