The Almanac of Night


Faint drip from the downspout:

click-click-click like a wheel

being cranked. The house is dark,

all asleep but me. In candlelight,

the cane plant sways like a date palm

in a gale. Where’s my hammock?

Where’s my drunken boat?

The books still doze, cloistered

on their shelves. Gone the years

when rabbits and geese drifted

across my flashlit wall. Gone, too,

the days when I couldn’t bear

the dark. Now I seek the hours

before sunup, sowing my unlit plot

with kernels of dreams, planted

by the almanac of night.



Photo By: Rachael Tomster

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About Author

Karen Kovacik is the author of several collections of poetry, including Metropolis Burning, Beyond the Velvet Curtain and Nixon and I. Her work as a poet and translator has received numerous honors, including the Charity Randall Citation from the International Poetry Forum, a fellowship in literary translation from the National Endowment for the Arts and a Fulbright Research Grant to Poland for her translations of contemporary Polish poetry. In 2013, her booklength translation of Agnieszka Kuciak’s Distant Lands: An Anthology of Poets Who Don’t Exist appeared from White Pine Press, and in 2014, her anthology of Polish women poets, Calling Out to Yeti, is also forthcoming from White Pine. She served as Indiana’s Poet Laureate from 2012-2014.

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