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Funeral Blues

 

 

 

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 crepe 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 forever: 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 woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good

 

 By Wystan Hugh Auden

 

all dead lovers

 

 

 I've seen the movie "Four weddings and a funeral"

(England, 1994, starring Hugh Grant and Andie

MacDowell) four or five times. In which one of them

I felt  tears in my eyes while listening to this so very

 touching poem said by the character played by

John Hannan

 

 

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