From Rupi Kaur, the #1 New York Timesbestselling author of milk and honey, comes her long-awaited second collection of poetry. A vibrant and transcendent journey about growth and healing. Ancestry and honoring one’s roots. Expatriation and rising up to find a home within yourself.
Divided into five chapters and illustrated by Kaur, the sun and her flowers is a journey of wilting, falling, rooting, rising, and blooming. A celebration of love in all its forms.
Okay, I decided to pick up this book even though I was supremely disappointed by her debut collection of poems, Milk & Honey. What really pushed me to go forward and read it though was because I was told that this collection is better, people who disliked her first collection has deemed to this one leaps and bounds better. I wanted to see if I agreed with this assessment, but also I’m a sucker for poetry.
This collection similar to her last is divided Into sections: Wilting, Falling, Rooting, Rising, Blooming.
In the first section, Wilting was pretty good, but nothing that I could say was particularly beautiful or poignant, though all were very relatable. This section deals with the heartbreak after a breakup, jealously, and pining. There were a few, longer poems in this section, one I really enjoyed called, “What love looks like” highly recommend it, kept my attention, found it so relatable. The other longer poems did not keep my attention, they dragged on and were repetitive. Overall, this section was good, not great.
The second section, Falling, focuses on depression, self image, loss, self love/hate. “Home” is a stand out in this section, this heartbreaking poem of loss and the long hard journey to reclaim what was taken. This poem in heartbreaking, and vulnerable and I applaud Kaur for having the strength to share this. This section as a whole is quite beautiful, I find myself connecting with this section so much because Kaur is so vulnerable. I connected with it much more, which made this section way more enjoyable than the first. Also, there wasn’t much repetition, which is great.
Rooting, focuses immigration, finding yourself, her mother, and family. This section was poignant from the very first poem. Every single poem in this section was beautiful, every single one.
Rising, focuses on love. I found this section to be the weakest in the book. Nothing spectacular, and I was bored.
Blooming, the final section kind of mash up of everything that came before, but focusing more on self discovery. Finally coming into your own, blooming. This were I completely lost interest.
Overall, Rupi Kaur just isn’t for me. While this collection was much much better, by the end of it I felt the same I did after reading Milk & Honey: disappointment.