De Amerikaanse dichter, schrijver en vertaler Norbert Krapf werd geboren op 14 november 1943 in Jasper, Indiana. Zie ook alle tags voor Norbert Krapf op dit blog.
Dogwoods and Redbuds for Rita
We come driving south
into the hills in the rain,
to settle you into the earth.
Dogwoods and redbuds for Rita,
white and pink in the woods
turning green with new leaves
unfurling everywhere sheath wet.
You suffered for so many years
the agony of trying to speak
we must send you off with
a gift of very few words,
our father’s baby sister,
last of ten children,
released at eighty-six.
We give you dogwoods and redbuds
in blossom and green leaves opening.
We give you gentle rain falling
on the rolling hills we love.
We give you dogwoods and redbuds
and rain falling on new leaves, Rita.
We form a choir of relatives
and sing thee to thy rest,
and sing thee to thy rest.
The Family Farm: for Wendell Berry
11.
Catalpa beans hang
dry as dead bones.
An old tractor stands
in the shed like
a sagging work horse
put out to pasture.
The hollyhocks and mums
no longer come up strong.
The silo wears stains
up and down its ribs,
the barn door
no longer closes,
and the coon hounds
have fallen asleep
forever beneath
the old walnut tree.
Norbert Krapf (Jasper, 14 november 1943)