To the Quarry and Back

By Katia Kapovich Katia Kapovich
White hail pelting the frozen bog,
I’m stuck in the first line of January,
following my host’s dog
on his walk through the stone century,
around the quarry, slices of marble and mud,
past a herd of miners exhaling smoke,
past a barn smelling of merde,
and back to where I’m stuck and broke.
The fucking dog barks at the night,
mad at the stars all his life and then again.
I rethink kicking him out,
but being cool, I let him in.

Source: Poetry (September 2009).

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This poem originally appeared in the September 2009 issue of Poetry magazine

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Biography

Bilingual Russian poet Katia Kapovich was born in Chişinău, Moldova. In Soviet Russia, she was a member of a samizdat dissident group, which led to repeated arrests and difficulty publishing her work, so she immigrated to Jerusalem in 1990 and then to the United States in 1992.
 
Kapovich composes in both English and Russian. Her poems often take the shape of lyric narratives, incorporating elements of mythology and memory. . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Living, Disappointment & Failure, Relationships, Pets, Nature, Winter, Landscapes & Pastorals

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Poetic Terms Free Verse, Rhymed Stanza

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