In her second book of poetry--and her American debut--Tishani Doshi returns to the body as a central theme, while extending beyond the corporeal to challenge the more metaphysical borders of space and time. These new poems are powerful meditations born on the joineries of life and death, union and separation, memory and dream, where lovers speak to each other across the centuries and daughters wander into their mothers' childhoods. "After the Rains" After the rains the temple flowers lie like fallen soldiers--dirtied and bloodied pink. I want to get down on bended knee, gather each broken petal to my chest. Out there--where the river meets the ocean's mouth, it would be called the kiss of life, a resuscitation. But herewith the world washed clean, it is nothing but a trampling.
