Katia Kapovich Poems
- AT THE KISHINEV SCHOOL FOR DEA...
- IN THE BATHHOUSE And when at last I used to leave the ...
- To the Quarry and Back White hail pelting the frozen ...
- A Portrait of a Dog as an Olde... When his owner died in ...
- The Ferry I'm jotting down these lines, having borrowed a ...
- Cossacks and Bandits I grew up in a village built on coal and...
- A Change of Wind On the eighth day he coined the word ...
Katia Kapovich (Russian: Ка́тя Капо́вич) (born 1960) is a Russian poet now living in the United States. She writes in both Russian and English.
She was born in 1960 in Kishinev, Moldavian SSR, Soviet Union (now Chișinău, Moldova), the only child of Jewish parents. She emigrated from the Soviet Union in 1990. In 2002 she received the Witter Bynner Fellowship from the United States Library of ... more »
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A Change of Wind
On the eighth day he coined the word "alone"
and saw that it was as good as everything else.
A yellow school bus rattled down the lane,
a wind blew in a drainpipe, strong, mellifluous.
I brought two empty crates to the parking lot,
watched neighbors with briefcases and car keys.
At noon a mailman passed by where I sat
invisible, like a tree among trees.
Why, why, I asked. I wanted to know why,
but only scared a squirrel that dropped his acorn
when my voice broke silence unexpectedly—
a white noise in a wireless telephone.