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.
The photograph is mine.
Profound. It made all surface nerves react. TE, thank you for sharing. May I make a copy for my own?
ReplyDeleteI see no reason why not. I don't think Mr. Kloefkorn would mind at all.... :)
DeleteIs the building yours? I like it.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is! :)
DeleteIt speaks of anticipation to me...and the past, present and the future all rolled in to one.
ReplyDeleteThe ongoing sense of timelessness... always intriguing.
DeleteAh, 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.
ReplyDelete"There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so." Shakespeare, I believe.
DeleteIt just is. Those are three wonderful words.
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.
ReplyDeleteI love your view of this poem. And I love your heart.
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