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mbahnaf's review
5.0
Spring Moon is a collection of 43 English haiku written by Bangladeshi poet Quamrul Hassan and illustrated by Rudaba Mohsin. The cover was done by Khademul Jahan. The number 43 was chosen by Hassan as it was his batch number at Faujdarhat Cadet College. Quamrul Hassan is a former student of Dhaka University's English department. The book is introduced by the author's teacher Kaiser Haq, also a noted poet, who talks about both Quamrul's lack of seriousness in studies and his passion for poetry.
The beautiful haiku in this collection deal with everyday stories in the lives of the average Bengali. The haiku deal with urban and suburban culture: stories of love, loss, anguish and blissful musings.
The stories come alive with beautiful watercolor illustrations by Rudaba Mohsin.
Quamrul Hassan has done something really special here. He has captured part of the essence of Bengali life in this little collection. Short, and easy to read, these little poems are like a small sentimental tribute to Bangladesh.
A note of gratitude to Tisha apu and Tukunjil Nayeera apu for introducing me to this wonderful book.
The beautiful haiku in this collection deal with everyday stories in the lives of the average Bengali. The haiku deal with urban and suburban culture: stories of love, loss, anguish and blissful musings.
The stories come alive with beautiful watercolor illustrations by Rudaba Mohsin.
Quamrul Hassan has done something really special here. He has captured part of the essence of Bengali life in this little collection. Short, and easy to read, these little poems are like a small sentimental tribute to Bangladesh.
A note of gratitude to Tisha apu and Tukunjil Nayeera apu for introducing me to this wonderful book.
flying_snow's review
5.0
A lovely collection of haiku. Some of my personal favourites:
spring moon--
the sole witness of
the stolen kiss
***
in the rain
running for shelter
with a stray dog
***
across the river
sailing away
the spring moon
***
journeying--
the moon rests
on my shoulder
***
first kiss --
out of the elevator
she looks for a mirror
spring moon--
the sole witness of
the stolen kiss
***
in the rain
running for shelter
with a stray dog
***
across the river
sailing away
the spring moon
***
journeying--
the moon rests
on my shoulder
***
first kiss --
out of the elevator
she looks for a mirror
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