For the inaugural post on this blog I have chosen a beautiful poem by W. H. Auden which many people will remember from the film ‘Four Weddings And A Funeral’.
W. H. Auden was an English poet, who died in 1973 at the age of 66. The final version of Funeral Blues (sometimes simply referred to as Stop All The Clocks) was written in 1938.
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.
– W. H. Auden