Not SpringTime Yet

This new collection of verse by one of India’s most talented poets is exceptional for its haunting lyrical quality as well as for its engagement with mythic and historical forms from the Indian subcontinent, a territory most poets writing in English do not venture into.

Not Springtime Yet continues Priya’s quest for the perfect pitch, the idea just beyond grasp, the thought buried in the debris of love and death. She reimagines for us old tales of valour and love (Rustom and Sohrab; Kalidasa) with the same ease and restless energy with which she trawls through contemporary images of war and loneliness. The result is a series of recognitions and revivals – of form, tone and linguistic play.