Recently, we got in a book titled Love Poems in Quarantine and I admit, when I saw the word “quarantine,” my initial reaction was rejection. Quarantine is among a handful of words that I’m so tired of (aren’t we all) hearing/reading. But then, an image on the cover caught my attention - a bird outline drawn on top of a photograph. And then, I saw the author’s name—Sarah Ruhl—OH. All right, fine, I’ll read something with “quarantine” in the title, even if it means reading more about the pandemic, if it’s written by Sarah Ruhl. I’m a big fan of Ruhl’s memoir, Smile: The Story of a Face and admittedly, I’m in awe that she is primarily a playwright. (If the name Sarah Ruhl still isn’t ringing a bell, you may be familiar with Letters From Maxwhich she co-wrote with her student, Max Ritvo.) Ruhl’s latest publication is well worth the read. As a Minnesotan, I most connected with her pieces about the murder of George Floyd and race relations. In particular, I liked the poem titled White backup singers, June 1. It’s a poem in which a white woman offers to be a backup singer, if and only if she is wanted (and alternatively to be quiet if that is what is preferred.) Many of the poems in this collection are, as the title of the book promises, love poems. The author acknowledges these are written for her husband. In the very first poem of the collection, What are we folding when we are folding laundry in quarantine? the author managed to find beauty, metaphor, and romance in a poem about folding bed sheets. Seventy percent of the collection is the third section titled Haiku, tanka, and senryu in quarantine which are of course, very short poems written in form. I encourage readers to read this entire section in one sitting as one long poem. However, no matter how you read this collection, enjoy!
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