Funeral Blues

I love this poem by W H Auden. Its called Funeral Blues and as the name suggests, it's a sad poem but its really good. Subtle, not being too emotional but yet driving the point home.....

I first heard the poem in the movie - Four Weddings & a Funeral. Yeah, was a great Hugh Grant fan :)..anyway, i ended up looking for the lyrics on the net and found that its an actual poem by a poet who's not so widely known...have been wanting to share this with some one, anyone...but none of my friends are poem-centric :)...if there is such a word....so please...read it and enjoy it...

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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
Scribbled 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 dismantly the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.