Monday, January 14, 2008

For future use

W.H. Auden's Funeral Blues has been running through my head. My husband suggested it for when we have a memorial. The last 2 stanzas especially resonate.

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
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 know things will get better. They have to, right?

1 comment:

passingwindows said...

I have loved that poem ever since I first heard it on Four Weddings & a Funeral read in a beautiful soft Scottish accent. It is so perfect for when we lose someone we loved and the world seems to be going on regardless.

I think it would be perfect for a memorial.