Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Trembling to Tell



I cannot tell you why I love this little poem by William Kloefkorn, but I do....



"I Stand Alone at the Foot"

I stand alone at the foot   
Of my father’s grave,   
Trembling to tell:   
The door to the granary is open,   
Sir,   
And someone lost the bucket   
To the well.


~William Kloefkorn  (August 1932 - May 2011)







The photograph is mine.


10 comments:

  1. Profound. It made all surface nerves react. TE, thank you for sharing. May I make a copy for my own?

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    1. I see no reason why not. I don't think Mr. Kloefkorn would mind at all.... :)

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  2. Is the building yours? I like it.

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  3. It speaks of anticipation to me...and the past, present and the future all rolled in to one.

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    1. The ongoing sense of timelessness... always intriguing.

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  4. Ah, now, dear Teresa, how did you know? I always seem to "feel" this poem, as if I, too, am standing at the foot of a grave. It isn't a bad feeling. It just is.

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    1. "There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so." Shakespeare, I believe.

      It just is. Those are three wonderful words.

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  5. I don't have a parent who is a bucket to the well. Must be wonderful...and yet so extremely sad to lose someone like that in your life that I cannot even imagine such a loss.

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    1. I love your view of this poem. And I love your heart.

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