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My Grief, the Sun

by (author) Sanna Wani

House of Anansi Press Inc
Initial publish date
Apr 2022
Women Authors, Canadian, General
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Winner, 2023 Trillium Book Award for Poetry

Finalist, Gerald Lampert Memorial Award
The highly anticipated debut collection from acclaimed poet Sanna Wani.

In Sanna Wani’s poems, each verse is ode and elegy. The body is the page, time is a friend, and every voice, a soul. Sharply political and frequently magical, these often-intimate poems reach for everything from Hayao Miyazaki’s 1997 film Princess Mononoke to German Orientalist scholarship on early Islam. From concrete to confessional, exegesis to erasure, the Missinnihe river in Canada to the Zabarwan mountains in Kashmir, My Grief, the Sun undoes genre, listens carefully to the planet’s breathing, addresses an endless and ineffable you, and promises enough joy and sorrow to keep growing.

About the author

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


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  • Long-listed, LCP Pat Lowther Memorial Award
  • Short-listed, LCP Gerald Lampert Memorial Award
  • Winner, Ontario Trillium Award for Poetry

Editorial Reviews

Beautiful and fresh ... this is a collection that finds delight in life, and its delight is contagious in the best way.

The Miramichi Reader

Slipping gracefully between subjects as disparate as pop culture and theology, while maintaining her recognizably disarming mix of poignancy and sweetness, Wani’s formal approaches in My Grief, the Sun are … hard to look away from, with surprise after surprise appearing on each successive page.


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

In My Grief, the Sun, Sanna Wani unlocks a door for her readers, invites them to be open-hearted—to be vulnerable and curious—meditating on the ways in which love, longing, grief, distance, and faith can live together inside a person’s body and soul.


Wani has put her entire self—all her grief, all her unexpressed love, and poured it into this white and yellow bound gift for those of us who need it the most—the grief-stricken, filled to the brim with endless love.

Porter House Review

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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