Tales of a Bookworm; Entry #46
milk and honey
By Rupi Kaur
A good friend of mine recently got me interested in poetry, both spoken word and written. I had also heard good things about Kaur’s book. I’m not going to lie, Kaur’s aesthetic hooked me. She made an explicit choice to not use capital letters, but kept the importance of punctuation. Not to mention, Kaur’s unique and beautiful artwork inspires me.
As a student in Canada, each year of high school in English class, we had a unit on poetry. However, it wasn’t until I took Creative Writing in Gr. 12 that we analyzed and dissected modern poetry and free verse, as well as slam poetry. I believe to write poetry is a talent, and Kaur has the skill because she makes it look so effortless - something I envy about her.
milk and honey is unique because you can read it as a complete story from start to finish. Kaur’s story is one in four parts: the hurting, the loving, the breaking, and the healing. But perhaps the best part about poetry is that you don’t have to read it in any particular order to appreciate it. I used to believe that song lyrics were the only written art that could resonate with me, but now, I’ve discovered poetry. The author will have their own reason for writing and creating the piece, and it will resonate with me in one way, and someone else (with a different life experience from me) in a different way, but everyone involved will appreciate it for their own reasons.
Poetry is great because, like music, I can experience it objectively and subjectively. I can understand a poem for its message and appreciate the work of the author. Then, there are those poems that I relate to, and find my own meaning for, and those poems I will hold close to help me better understand the human experience.
Kaur writes her story without holding back, it is raw and fresh, and maybe that is why I enjoy it so much. The final part of her book, the healing, will leave any aspiring artist, male or female, with the itch to create something - poetry or otherwise. I know I couldn’t have picked a more perfect book than milk and honey to introduce me to the world of modern poetry.
*disclaimer: perhaps I am so in awe of Kaur’s work because I don’t fully understand it. I’m not a poet, and I hope to fix that one day. But one day is not today, rather it is someday far, far away. For now milk and honey will remain as a work of art in my mind*















