As the coronavirus spread in March, poet Ada Limon struggled at first to write, feeling “flattened and silenced” by a pandemic that had shut down much of the world she knew.
“I could call nothing to me. I’d think of a sound, a word, a subject and it was all failing,” she told The Associated Press in a recent email. “I would look at my own poems and think that even their subject that I was tied to, still felt distant to me.”
When she was finally inspired, in April, she summoned a kind of anti-poem — a list of what she felt no longer within reach.