Julia Goyer | The Sun and Her Flowers – Rupi Kaur
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The Sun and Her Flowers – Rupi Kaur

My Favourite Quotes

The Sun and Her Flowers – Rupi Kaur

Rupi Kaur has again delivered a palpable collection of relatable aphorisms of personal experience. I must mention that I did not read Milk & Honey, and I picked up her book by chance from a list of best sellers at the store. Although her poems are relatable, they are intellectually and emotionally insincere.

Her prose lacks punctuation and structure, and I found myself agitated by the prose spanning several pages, littered with long-winded run-on sentences. I feel as though writing is an outlet for Rupi, a way of escaping the dark thoughts and experiences that make her woman. The book is divided into five chapters: wilting, falling, rooting, rising, and blooming. I skipped the first two chapters because they were bleak and I ached to be inspired.

Rupi, born into an immigrant family and raised in Toronto, speaks of struggles in which I am unaccustomed. Several poems reflect her heritage and I admire the respect she has for her family. She mentions rape and I admire the vulnerability and heartache of her experiences. While many will feel empowered by her prose, I couldn’t identify with these themes.

I resonated most with the short and all encompassing mantras that are full of passion. Those that are direct, simple, easy to grasp and embody the wisdom that I myself have uncovered on a journey to self-love and emotional autonomy. When I’m reading her poems, I feel like I’m a part of her growth, not of my own. Her simple illustrations are magical—they stopped me in my tracks and made me feel something. The underlying layers and raw emotions beneath her words had me rereading pages.

My Favourite Poems

why is it
that when the story ends
we begin to feel all of it

we have been dying
since we got here
and forgot to enjoy the view

– live fully

this is the recipe of life
said my mother as she held me in her arms as i wept
think of those flowers you plant
in the garden each year
they will teach you that people too
must wilt
in order to bloom

the day you have everything
i hope you remember
when you had nothing

a lot of times
we are angry at other people
for not doing what
we should have done for ourselves
– responsibility

are man-made
they only divide us physically
don’t let them make us
turn on each other
– we are not enemies

learning to not envy
someone else’s blessings
is what grace looks like

the right one does not
stand in your way
they make space for you
to step forward

despite knowing
they won’t be here for long
they still choose to live
their brightest lives
– sunflowers