Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden

Posted: February 12, 2011 in poetry, Quotes
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So beautifully written:

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

I just loved the reading in the movie ‘Four weddings and a Funeral’. It’s so hauntingly beautiful.

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Comments
  1. Anusha says:

    So true! I know exactly the feeling. But truth is nothing ever stops… nothing really changes… moon and sun take turns everyday… spring and rains carry on the same way… everything goes on… you move on too… even though it’s not the same you… and that’s life.

    • introspeak says:

      You are right, nothing ever stops. But in those moments of agony and despair, it seems as if nothing else really matters. More importantly, even though you move on, it’s not the same you (as you have already pointed out). Perhaps for that reason one feels the world is not the same as before.

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