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The Sun and Her Flowers

Rupi Kaur β€” 2017
A transcendent journey about growth and healing, ancestry and honoring one's roots and expatriation, and rising up to find a home within yourself.
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elinabel hidalgo @cookiejar
3 stars
Aug 3, 2024

it was a pretty decent ride. The last pages though, those were where it really started to shine. It's like the author saved the best for last or something. So, yeah, good enough but not quite hype-worthy, you feel me?

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Molly M@molsmcq
1 star
May 1, 2024

it was worse than i thought :/

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Julia@hsjdkdosso
3 stars
Mar 30, 2024

When will the flowers wilt πŸ˜€

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chloe rae@heychloerae
3 stars
Feb 14, 2024

*3.5 For some reason, I didn’t like this collection as much as I did the first. There were some poems that absolutely took my breath away, but also some that seemed mediocre. Still love Rupi though; I love her spirit and how she supports women. And I loved this but the first still takes the cake for me!

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Deepika Ramesh@theboookdog
3 stars
Jan 25, 2024

Reading Rupi Kaur's 'The Sun and Her Flowers' was like reading a friend's forwarded message on Whatsapp. It felt intimate but shallow. My opinion is unpopular this time; although I enjoyed a couple of poems, shared it with my family and friends, I couldn't stop rolling my eyes quite a few times. I admit that I told myself often, "Gosh. This sounds like my life." Perhaps, that's when I also told myself that I had been abysmally melodramatic, cliched, and impressionable too. Is Rupi Kaur really writing poems? Is she really making non-poetry lovers fall in love with 'poems'? I don't know. Those questions make me wonder what a 'real poem' is. The run-on sentences, complete omission of punctuation rules, and the threadbare themes almost made me swear to not consume poems like these anymore. However, I can't say well. At the cost of sounding pretentious, I admit that I had problems with Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself'. I don't quite agree with Rupi Kaur's too. Maybe, I must take a break from poetry for a while until the right one chooses to reach me.

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Catarina Lopes @caat_reads
1 star
Jan 19, 2024

I actually Don't Really understand This type of Poetry

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Ryan @ryandoesread
3 stars
Jan 19, 2024

3.5 stars

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quianna@andrqnn
5 stars
Jan 7, 2024

annotated this book for my crush <3

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keyzia@mymelody
1 star
Jan 1, 2024

so cringe and unoriginal for the most part honestly..

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Selkie@selkie
5 stars
Nov 23, 2023

Another wonderful discovery for me. While I did not fall as deeply in love with "The Sun and Her Flowers", as I did with "Milk and Honey", it still felt like my soul and heart found themselves in those words and pages, and I felt healed the more I dived into it.

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Melissa Palmer@melissapalmer404
4 stars
Nov 5, 2023

Book #80 Read in 2017 The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur Another book borrowed from one of my students, this book of poetry is again a young woman's emotional journey. I liked this one better than the author's previous work. I felt the voice was that of a stronger female than in the first book and there were less naughty drawings (which I felt were a bit overdue for shock value in the first one) in this book.

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Amena Elkayal@amena_elkayal
5 stars
Oct 20, 2023

SOME AMAZING UNFORGETTABLE QUOTES: " they leave and act like it never happened they come back and act like they never left - ghosts" "why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it" " and the new day came the show must go on said the sun life does not stop for anybody it drags you by the legs whether you want to move forward or not that is the gift life will force you to forget how you long for them your skin will shed till there is not a single part of you left they’ve touched your eyes finally just your eyes not the eyes which held them you will make it to the end of what is only the beginning go on open the door to the rest of it - time" "i notice everything i do not have and decide it is beautiful" "yesterday when i woke up the sun fell to the ground and rolled away flowers beheaded themselves all that’s left alive here is me and i barely feel like living - depression is a shadow living inside me" "a lot of times we are angry at other people for not doing what we should have done for ourselves - responsibility" "they did not tell me it would hurt like this no one warned me about the heartbreak we experience with friends where are the albums i thought there were no songs sung for it i could not find the ballads or read the books dedicated to writing the grief we fall into when friends leave it is the type of heartache that does not hit you like a tsunami it is a slow cancer the kind that does not show up for months has no visible signs is an ache here" "i hear a thousand kind words about me and it makes no difference yet i hear one insult and all confidence shatters - focusing on the negative" "when snow falls i long for grass when grass grows i walk all over it when leaves change color i beg for flowers when flowers bloom i pick them - unappreciative" "this place makes me the kind of exhausted that has nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the people around me - introvert" "like the rainbow after the rain joy will reveal itself after sorrow" "yes it is possible to hate and love someone at the same time i do it to myself every day" "what is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives" "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 fall root rise in order to bloom" "borders are man-made they only divide us physically don’t let them make us turn on each other - we are not enemies" "my mother sacrificed her dreams so i could dream" "a man who cries - a gift" "what good am i if i do not fill the plates of the ones who fed me but fill the plates of strangers - family" "their concept of beauty is manufactured i am not - human"

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Selene Esper@seleneesper
5 stars
Aug 26, 2023

This book brought me to tears. Kaur explores different topics in such beautiful, intricate ways that it leaves the reader awestruck. Her work is capable of saving lives.

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sophia@luvsnote
4 stars
Aug 24, 2023

🀍

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becky oh@olivepages
5 stars
Aug 18, 2023

when death takes my hand i will hold you with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime -rupi kaur This book was so beautiful and the poems were just, heartbreaking. There were quite a lot of topics inside The Sun and Her Flowers but somehow, everything flowed nicely. A lovely read πŸ’–

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b@unwaveringheart
4 stars
Jul 25, 2023

Definitely will read this again. This is one of the first poetry books I have read. β™‘

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Madyson Payne@maddyraepayne
3.5 stars
Jun 16, 2023

This was a really fast read and I think the wording is truly beautiful. There were some poems that helped me heal and I really appreciate that.

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Ann-Sophie@annsophie
4.4 stars
Apr 23, 2023

I really love Rupi Kaur’s poems! They open the mind and give you such an energetic and pure happiness to be a woman. Even when there are some rather darker poems which have severe theme's. I feel energetic after this read and think more gentle and greatly about my female power of mind. 

+9
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Cat Josephson@themorrigan12
2 stars
Mar 1, 2023

This was a pretty short read - and I'm glad I read it, but I don't think I could ever read it again.

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Sofia Nunes@sofianuns
4 stars
Jan 23, 2023

β€œwe have been dying since we got here and forgot to enjoy the view - live fully” Immensely powerful.

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Jeannette Ordas@kickpleat
3 stars
Jan 5, 2023

I don't think this is a 3 star book - 2.5 really, lots of break up poetry and simple line drawings, but I did like the poems about her family. A quick, light poetry read.

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Amelia @ameliafarmerrr
5 stars
Jan 3, 2023

Stunning Poetry and Beautiful Illustrations.

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Arturo HernΓ‘ndez@artthh
5 stars
Jan 3, 2023

It’s amazing how can someone pour their life in the pages of a book. At one point, reading β€œThe sun and her flowers” almost feels like you’re invading the life of the author. It’s a pretty good read once again (a little bit happier than β€œMilk and honey” though).

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Sintia@sintiareads
2 stars
Jan 2, 2023

** spoiler alert ** I like the fact that Rupi Kaur writes poems about everything and I like the meaning behind them. I liked the ones where she talked about her mother and some others. BUT I had a feeling that I was reading just beautiful sentences and some of them for me weren't really poems. What can I say, it's modern poetry. You like it or you don't.

Highlights

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take the compliment

do not shy away from

another thing that belongs to you

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to heal

you have to get to the root of the wound

and kiss it all the way up

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what is the greatest lesson a woman should learn

that since day one

she’s already had everything she needs within herself

it’s the world that convinced her she did not

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you are a mirror

if you continue to starve yourself of love

you’ll only meet people who’ll starve you too

if you soak yourself in love

the universe will hand you those

who’ll love you too

β€” a simple math

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how do i shake this envy

when i see you doing well

sister how do i love myself enough to know

your accomplishments are not my failures

β€” we are not each other’s competition

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the day you have everything

i hope you remember

when you had nothing

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it was when i stopped searching for home within others

and lifted the foundations of home within myself

i found there were no roots more intimate

than those between a mind and body

that have decided to be whole

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trust your body

it reacts to right and wrong

better than your mind does

β€” it is speaking to you

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learning to not envy

someone else’s blessings

is what grace looks like

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to hate

is an easy lazy thing

but to love

takes strength everyone has

but not all are willing to practice

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i will no longer

compare my path to others

β€” i refuse to do a disservice to my life

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i woke up thinking the work was done

i would not have to practice today

how naive to think healing was that easy

when there is no end point

no finish line to cross

healing is everyday work

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when i hit the rock bottom

that exists after the rock bottom

and no rope or hand appeared

i wondered

what if nothing wants me

because i do not want me

β€” i am both the poison and the antidote

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yes

it is possible

to hate and love someone

at the same time

i do it to myself

every day

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i will not subject myself to their ideology

cause slut shaming is rape culture

virgin praising is rape culture

i am not a mannequin in the window of your favorite shop

you can’t dress me up or throw me out when i am worn

you are not a cannibal

your actions are not my responsibility

you will control yourself

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like the rainbow

after the rain

joy will reveal itself

after sorrow

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you do not just wake up and become the butterfly

β€” growth is a process

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this place makes me

the kind of exhausted that has

nothing to do with sleep

and everything to do with

the people around me

β€” introvert

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i hear a thousand kind words about me

and it makes no difference

yet i hear one insult

and all confidence shatters

β€” focusing on the negative

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you are waiting for someone

who is not coming back

meaning

you are living your life

hoping that someone will realize

they can’t live theirs without you

β€” realizations don’t work like that

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they leave

and act like it never happened

they come back

and act like they never left

β€” ghosts

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day by day i realize

everything i miss about you

was never there in the first place

β€” the person i fell in love with was a mirage

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what do i care

if you love me

or miss me

or need me

when you aren’t doing anything about it

if i’m not the love of your life

i’ll be the greatest loss instead

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you’re everywhere

except right here

and it hurts

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