Imtiaz Dharker

Over the Moon

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Imtiaz Dharker was born in Pakistan, grew up a Muslim Calvinist in a Lahori household in Glasgow, was adopted by India and married into Wales. Her main themes are drawn from a life of transitions: childhood, exile, journeying, home, displacement, religious strife and terror, and latterly, grief. She is also an accomplished artist, and all her collections are illustrated with her drawings, which form an integral part of her books. Over the Moon is her fifth book from Bloodaxe. These are poems of joy and sadness, of mourning and celebration: poems about music and feet, church bells, beds, cafe tables, bad language and sudden silence. In contrast with her previous work written amidst the hubbub of India, these new poems are mostly set in London, where she has built a new life with – and since the death of – her husband Simon Powell. 'This is a passionate, uplifting collection of poems about language, love and loss, grief and joy, elegy and celebration. The loss of a great love makes poems of piercing beauty. In her finest book to date, Imtiaz Dharker finds resolution in language itself, and in a world the more loved for the sharpness of loss' – Gillian Clarke. 'Imtiaz Dharker's new collection is the crown to a celebratory, humane, wholly utterable, subtly crafted poetry. Its dark jewels are the magnificent poems of bereavement, which will surely endure. Reading her, one feels that were there to be a World Laureate, Imtiaz Dharker would be the only candidate' – Carol Ann Duffy.
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80 printed pages
Original publication
2014
Publication year
2014
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  • Louise Ashcrofthas quoted7 years ago
    Christmas Eve on the Number 4
    An unlikely collection this, shuffling
    on to the bus at Waterloo, two
    with overloaded rucksacks, dangerous
    only because they are clumsy and unaware
    of old ladies toppling behind their backs,
    one with a suitcase of tumbled clothes,
    all black. No chance that anyone has packed
    the frankincense, no
  • anthearowanhas quoted8 years ago
    Hiraeth, Old Bombay

    I would have taken you to the Naz Café
    if it had not shut down.

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