Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur

Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur


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Milk and Honey is a collection of poetry and prose about survival. It is about the experience of violence, abuse, love, loss, and femininity. It is split into four chapters, and each chapter serves a different purpose, deals with a different pain, heals a different heartache. Milk and Honey takes readers through a journey of the most bitter moments in life and finds sweetness in them because there is sweetness everywhere if you are just willing to look.
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Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur

Rupi Kaur is a writer and artist based in Toronto, Canada. With a focus in poetry, she released her first book of prose and poems in November 2014. Throughout her poetry, photography, illustrations, and creative direction she engages with themes of femininity, love, loss, trauma, and healing. When she is not writing or creating art, she is travelling internationally to perform her spoken word poetry, as well as hosting writing workshops.













 

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milk and honey is a collection of poetry and prose about survival. About the experience of violence, abuse, love, loss, and femininity. It is split into four chapters, and each chapter serves a different purpose.

It’s difficult trying to review this because every poem is extremely personal, tender and exquisite in its own way.

So I decided to feature some of my favorite ones:

“you tell me to quiet down cause
my opinions make me less beautiful
but i was not made with a fire in my belly
so i could be put out
i was not made with a lightness on my tongue
so i could be easy to swallow
i was made heavy
half blade and half silk
difficult to forget and not easy
for the mind to follow”

“i struggle so deeply
to understand
how someone can
pour their entire soul
blood and energy
into someone
without wanting
anything in
return

- i will have to wait till i’m a mother”

“when my mother says i deserve better
i snap to your defense out of habit
he still loves me i shout
she looks at me with defeated eyes
the way a parent looks at their child
when they know this is the type of pain
even they can’t fix
and says
it means nothing to me if he loves you
if he can’t do a single wretched thing about it”

“he only whispers i love you
as he slips his hands
down the waistband
of your pants

this is where you must
understand the difference
between want and need
you may want that boy
but you certainly
don’t need him”

“i am a museum full of art
but you had your eyes shut”

“people go
but how
they left
always stays”

“what i miss most is how you loved me. but what i didn’t know was how you loved me had so much to do with the person i was. it was a reflection of everything i gave to you. coming back to me. how did i not see that. how. did i sit here soaking in the idea that no one else would love me that way. when it was i that taught you. when it was i that showed you how to fill. the way i needed to be filled. how cruel i was to myself. giving you credit for my warmth simply because you had felt it. thinking it was you who gave me strength. wit. beauty. simply because you recognized it. as if i was already not these things before i met you. as if i did not remain all these once you left.”

“loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself”“you tell me
i am not like most girls
and learn to kiss me with your eyes closed
something about the phrase—something about
how i have to be unlike the women
i call sisters in order to be wanted
makes me want to spit your tongue out
like i am supposed to be proud you picked me
as if i should be relieved you think
i am better than them”

“other women’s bodies
are not our battlegrounds”

“you were a dragon long before
he came around and said
you could fly

you will remain a dragon
long after he’s left”

“you look at me and cry
everything hurts

i hold you and whisper
but everything can heal”

“how you love yourself is
how you teach others
to love you”

“what terrifies me most is how we
foam at the mouth with envy
when others succeed
but sigh in relief
when they are failing

our struggle to
celebrate each other is
what’s proven most difficult
in being human”

(Most of my favorite quotes were from the healing section, and it was pretty though trying to narrow it down to my preferred quotes.)
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Breathtaking - Brutal - Beautiful

Rupi Kaur's poetry is unlike traditional poetry. For one thing - this small book feels like a graphic poetry novel.
Many of the pages had a familiar 'looking-style' which short poems have....but with the delicate, simple, drawings, I forgot I was reading poetry. The drawings tell a story --we feel the emotions from the them before we even read the words. In essence,
capturing bruises women have experienced.

The book is divided into four sections: hurting, loving, breaking, healing.
This book honors women.....addressing chaos with compassion....love, loss, trauma, abuse, healing, and femininity.

It's real. It's raw. It's relatable.

I say again.... 'beautiful'

"If you were born with
the weakness to fall
you were born with
the strength to rise".
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  makes you grateful for your love of reading because it makes you understand how powerful words can be. It fills you with peace, acceptance and joy. You know that moment when you read something and you think. 
I needed years and a lot of pain to come to the same conclusion, if only I would have read this book earlier, it tells everything with such clarity”. I will recommend it to anyone who’s sad, depressed, down, heartbroken or lost. Basically the message is accept your flaws, move on, life is flux, don’t let anyone make you feel unworthy. Be a shark. A nice, feminine, gentle shark. But a shark.
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You are every hope I’ve ever had in human form.
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Love knows life has been hard enough already
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You said, if it is meant to be, fate will bring us back together. [...] It’s us you fool. We’re the only ones that can bring us together.[...] Isn’t it such a tragic thing. When you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn’t.
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Don’t mistake salt for sugar if he wants to be with you he will it’s that simple
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You’d rather have the darkest parts of him than have nothing
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You whisper I love you What you mean is I don’t want you to leave
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Like I am supposed to be proud you picked me
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But I swear you will get through the hurt will pass as it always does
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Nothing even matters except love and human connection
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You have to stop searching for why at some point you have to leave it alone
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If you are not enough for yourself you will never be enough for someone else
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terrifies me most is how we foam at the mouth with envy when others succeed but sigh in relief when they are failing

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I’ve heard THE PRINCESS SAVE HERSELF IN THIS ONE and FORTY RULES OF LOVE are similar to milk and honey.
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To be simply put, this isn't a book meant to be loved or raved about. It is just meant to be read.

I feel as if the people giving it three stars or so went in expecting it to ravish them, thrill them but it was not meant for that. Why on earth would you seek something so much more from a book that was written so truthfully, with feelings so raw that the hurt and the bitterness and the sorrows behind the words will never dull?

This was her story. She isn't asking for you to judge if it's "exciting" enough because it's not a fiction meant to be critiqued. Life isn't always "okay and then what?" Sometimes you can get stuck before you even try to move on.

if you were born with
the weakness to fall
you were born with
the strength to rise

I am so moved by this. These were words she had woven out for herself and now we are allowed to read them and take them to our hearts, too.

you tell me to quiet down cause
my opinions make me less beautiful
but i was not made with a fire in my belly
so i could be put out
i was not made with a lightness on my tongue
so i could be easy to swallow
i was made heavy
half blade and half silk
difficult to forget and not easy
for the mind to follow

Honestly, I am a young woman, a college student, surrounded by women who dumb themselves down and go out of their way to impress boys-because they think that'll give them happiness, in the end, and it may, but it will be what they think happiness is rather than what it actually is. But I've never felt more alive than when I was happy with myself, even if it was a small thing. And this poetry encourages self love beyond anything. It normalizes it. You can't get anywhere in life if you're holding yourself back.

The doodles were so wonderful! Sincerely, they made me want to rip out the pages and put them up on my walls so I can look at them and remind myself of what is and what isn't and how I should grow, too.
Source:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23513349-milk-and-honey

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