Stars: 4 of 5
Honestly, I wasn’t in love with the beginning of this collection. It had initially felt like a repeat of the first book. Though Milk and Honey had been amazing to read, I had already read that book and did not want to consider that such a brilliant book would be the first of a series of books that were basically the same, where reading one meant that I had already experienced the others.
But then I got to the chapter about rooting and the poems on immigration and her mother and fell back in love. My mother had been come to the US as a small child, but I can see so much of my grandmother’s habits in them.
The illustrations were weird and interesting and a little risque at times, more so than in the first book. The happy relationship poems that followed rooting were fun and good, but again, I felt like I had experienced them already. It’s not that a poet can’t write about whatever she wants, either. I’ve just never been a fan of love or relationship or generally happy poems. It’s not really a critique on kaur as a poet, just my own preferences. For whatever reason, I prefer those that tear my heart out or make me experience someone else’s pain for things other than heartbreak.
This book is broken down in chapters: wilting, falling, rooting, rising, blooming. Among them, rooting and blooming were my favorites and the poems I’ll reread mostly. There are a few in the others, like one on not learning what consent was a child and therefore unable to realize it could be not given later in life that was in falling.
Feminists and lovers of poetry should definitely pick up this collection and read through the whole thing at least once. There’s a lot here and everyone will have different favorites. Add it to Goodreads here. Check out the first collection too!