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To the Quarry and Back
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).
Biography
Katia Kapovich has published nine volumes of poetry in English and Russian. Her latest collection is Cossacks and Bandits (Salt Publishing, 2007). She is co-editor of Fulcrum: an annual of poetry and aesthetics.
Poem Categorization
SUBJECT Living, Disappointment & Failure, Relationships, Pets, Nature, Winter, Landscapes & Pastorals
Poetic Terms Free Verse, Rhymed Stanza
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