My Grief, the Sun

My Grief, the Sun

Written by: Wani, Sanna

In Sanna Wani’s vivid debut poetry collection, the body is the page, time is a friend and every voice, a soul.

Sharply political and frequently magical, these poems reach for everything from Hayao Miyazaki’s 1997 film Princess Mononoke to German Orientalist scholarship on early Islam. In these often intimate poems, every verse invokes ode and elegy. Love and grief sit side by side. My Grief, the Sun listens carefully to the world’s breathing, addresses the endless and ineffable you, and promises enough joy and sorrow to keep growing.

From concrete to confessional poem, exegesis to erasure, the Missinnihe River in Canada to the Zabarwan Mountains in Kashmir, Wani undoes and complicates genre and gathers the world between the poet’s hands.

In Sanna Wani’s vivid debut poetry collection, the body is the page, time is a friend and every voice, a soul.

Sharply political and frequently magical, these poems reach for everything from Hayao Miyazaki’s 1997 film Princess Mononoke to German Orientalist scholarship on early Islam. In these often intimate poems, every verse invokes ode and elegy. Love and grief sit side by side. My Grief, the Sun listens carefully to the world’s breathing, addresses the endless and ineffable you, and promises enough joy and sorrow to keep growing.

From concrete to confessional poem, exegesis to erasure, the Missinnihe River in Canada to the Zabarwan Mountains in Kashmir, Wani undoes and complicates genre and gathers the world between the poet’s hands.

Published By House of Anansi Press Inc — Apr 5, 2022
Specifications 112 pages | 6 in x 8 in
Written By

SANNA WANI loves daisies. Her work has appeared in Brick, Poem-A-Day (poets.org), and Best Canadian Poetry 2020. She lives in Mississauga, Ontario, and Srinagar, Kashmir. This is her first collection of poetry.

“Sanna Wani’s My Grief, the Sun makes such a convincing case for astonishment as a way of life. Each poem enveloped me with so much tenderness it was as if I were the sun! The theological music that courses throughout the book was not a narrowing toward some esoteric knowledge but rather an opening toward a collective sense of enmeshment with the inscrutable world. This book is a necessary reminder that ‘there is something inside / [us] that says live.’ My Grief, the Sun is a wonder and a delight.” — Billy-Ray Belcourt, author of This Wound Is a World and NDN Coping Mechanisms

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“Mapping us through time, space, and geography, Sanna Wani’s debut collection My Grief, the Sun spins a web of various griefs and loves. As visual as it is lyrical, Wani announces herself as a poet who pushes the experimentation of form forward, taking bold risks and literally reinventing the way that we see language. ‘A mosque is always directed toward Mecca. A dome does not have orientation unless it is toward the sky,’ Wani writes, and pointing her eyes to the sky, and with incredible vision, makes even the tiniest detail visible.” — Fatimah Asghar, author of If They Come for Us

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“I read Sanna Wani’s My Grief, the Sun with a highlighter in my hand, and by the time I was done, it was nearly out of ink. I could not stop loving lines, wanting to be sure I remembered them always. They progress with such sureness into marvelous and unexpected directions: ‘God climbs so many trees. Religion is a ladder. We are meant to help Him down.’ Over and over, Wani practices the act of artful surrender to each poem’s strange, budding logic. That she can do so with such apparent ease is astonishing. That we get to witness the places her gorgeous poems take her is a profound gift. I’m wonderstruck.” — Heather Christle, author of Heliopause and The Trees The Trees

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PRAISE FOR SANNA WANI AND MY GRIEF, THE SUN

“Sanna Wani’s My Grief, the Sun makes such a convincing case for astonishment as a way of life. Each poem enveloped me with so much tenderness it was as if I were the sun! The theological music that courses throughout the book was not a narrowing toward some esoteric knowledge but rather an opening toward a collective sense of enmeshment with the inscrutable world. This book is a necessary reminder that ‘there is something inside / [us] that says live.’ My Grief, the Sun is a wonder and a delight.” — Billy-Ray Belcourt, author of This Wound Is a World and NDN Coping Mechanisms


“I read Sanna Wani’s My Grief, the Sun with a highlighter in my hand, and by the time I was done, it was nearly out of ink. I could not stop loving lines, wanting to be sure I remembered them always. They progress with such sureness into marvelous and unexpected directions: ‘God climbs so many trees. Religion is a ladder. We are meant to help Him down.’ Over and over, Wani practices the act of artful surrender to each poem’s strange, budding logic. That she can do so with such apparent ease is astonishing. That we get to witness the places her gorgeous poems take her is a profound gift. I’m wonderstruck.” — Heather Christle, author of Heliopause and The Trees The Trees


“Mapping us through time, space, and geography, Sanna Wani’s debut collection My Grief, the Sun spins a web of various griefs and loves. As visual as it is lyrical, Wani announces herself as a poet who pushes the experimentation of form forward, taking bold risks and literally reinventing the way that we see language. ‘A mosque is always directed toward Mecca. A dome does not have orientation unless it is toward the sky,’ Wani writes, and pointing her eyes to the sky, and with incredible vision, makes even the tiniest detail visible.” — Fatimah Asghar, author of If They Come for Us

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