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The hallmark of appealing poetry lies in its connection to the roots of life and the world that encompasses our existence. This rootedness signifies a deliberate effort: an effort to cultivate a sense of belonging to one's origins, to seamlessly blend the richness of past heritage with present realities, and to convey a philosophical perspective through an affectionate portrayal of nature and humanity's inherent aspirations. This effort has the exquisite power to gently guide any reader into the deepest recesses of their own mind, unveiling the radiant essence of their true self. In this regard, Preetinicha Barman’s poetry collection, My Body Floating with Hyacinths, emerges as a sublime and harmonious creation. Each poem unfurls with a profound sense of individualism and a fervent, almost ethereal passion for both the human spirit and the world beyond, crafting a delicate and enchanting tapestry of beauty and introspection. This poetry collection, consisting of 70 poems, is divided into four parts, each adorned with a deep meaningful subtitle: “You May Not Believe My Story,” “We Had Emerged Out of Chaos,” “Let the River Narrate Her Own Tale,” and “My Body Floating with Hyacinths.” Barman is adept at expressing a wide range of emotions and feelings; and this is evident from the very first glimpse of her book’s title and subtitles. Though there is a splendid variety and breadth in the emotions, subjects, and gestures in the composition of the poems across each segment, every verse is imbued with a deep and abiding devotion to the essence of Indian philosophy, and a subtle connection to romanticism. |
