I would like to share one of my favorite poems on this gray, rainy Sunday.
Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
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 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.
This just says it all, doesn't it? Do you have a favorite poem to share?
I love your blog, and that is one of my favorite poems too. I also love Ted Kooser's "At the Cancer Clinic."
ReplyDeleteThanks, Laura. I looked up that poem and I really like it. Ted Kooser is an artist with words.
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