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Rurality (1) – Abandoned
2012.06.01
Abandoned Farmhouse
BY TED KOOSER
He was a big man, says the size of his shoes
on a pile of broken dishes by the house;
a tall man too, says the length of the bed
in an upstairs room; and a good, God-fearing man,
says the Bible with a broken back
on the floor below the window, dusty with sun;
but not a man for farming, say the fields
cluttered with boulders and the leaky barn.
A woman lived with him, says the bedroom wall
papered with lilacs and the kitchen shelves
covered with oilcloth, and they had a child,
says the sandbox made from a tractor tire.
Money was scarce, say the jars of plum preserves
and canned tomatoes sealed in the cellar hole.
And the winters cold, say the rags in the window frames.
It was lonely here, says the narrow country road.
Something went wrong, says the empty house
in the weed-choked yard. Stones in the fields
say he was not a farmer; the still-sealed jars
in the cellar say she left in a nervous haste.
And the child? Its toys are strewn in the yard
like branches after a storm--a rubber cow,
a rusty tractor with a broken plow,
a doll in overalls. Something went wrong, they say.
BY TED KOOSER
He was a big man, says the size of his shoes
on a pile of broken dishes by the house;
a tall man too, says the length of the bed
in an upstairs room; and a good, God-fearing man,
says the Bible with a broken back
on the floor below the window, dusty with sun;
but not a man for farming, say the fields
cluttered with boulders and the leaky barn.
A woman lived with him, says the bedroom wall
papered with lilacs and the kitchen shelves
covered with oilcloth, and they had a child,
says the sandbox made from a tractor tire.
Money was scarce, say the jars of plum preserves
and canned tomatoes sealed in the cellar hole.
And the winters cold, say the rags in the window frames.
It was lonely here, says the narrow country road.
Something went wrong, says the empty house
in the weed-choked yard. Stones in the fields
say he was not a farmer; the still-sealed jars
in the cellar say she left in a nervous haste.
And the child? Its toys are strewn in the yard
like branches after a storm--a rubber cow,
a rusty tractor with a broken plow,
a doll in overalls. Something went wrong, they say.
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Great song, and the photo fits the words and meaning so well! Well done B/W!
Patricia132 · 2012-05-31: 20:09
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nice shot..im a big fan of b+w, and abandoned things!
FitrPhotography · 2012-05-31: 20:26
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Great psot! If a bit sad.
Lsample · 2012-05-31: 20:46
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fantastic photo...the dof is spot on!
KatysPassionata · 2012-05-31: 20:52
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I LOVE the photo. Incredible. As for the words :o(
liveandletlive · 2012-05-31: 21:26
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Un beau post délicat et sensible. J'aime cette photo reflet de l'abandon et de la solitude. Je la garde avec moi
josy63 · 2012-06-01: 00:45
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Excellent post!
CHOSSID · 2012-06-01: 03:43
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Very dramatic sky. Cool photo and poem that really matches its mood.
inawe · 2012-06-01: 07:18
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Et chaque jour de nouvelles maisons offrent la méme image de désolation,de vies brisées les hommes sont ils fous ?
nicephore34 · 2012-06-01: 08:10
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A sense of loneliness.. Poem, photo and music combined make a very touching post. Very good work Antonio!
nynkeb · 2012-06-01: 09:58
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Tão triste, me sinto assim hoje abandonada... :( Imagem comovente e as história ainda mais!
????? · 2012-06-01: 15:19
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now that's a great expo on texture! abandoned by the heavens too?
globetrotdreamer · 2012-06-03: 09:44
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Fantastic picture!
Melusine · 2012-06-04: 04:32
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Casas, paredes, vestígios de vidas passadas, contos dr pessoas que viveram momentos felizes ou não. Eu fico sempre estranhamente impressionada quando estou num sítio destes, parece que as energias das pessoas que viverem nestes lugares ainda estão lá. Uma foto espectacular!!
Unchained · 2012-06-04: 04:39
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