Thursday, October 29, 2009

Fave Poem of the Day

I have read and listened to Auden's Funeral Blues many times but when my students presented on this beautiful poem, I felt myself choking up once again. Not at the exquisite quality of the words, not at the sombre tone, not at the content but instead at the memory of my grandfather who recently passed away. May he rest in peace. Amin.

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 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.

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Para Jamaludin said...

this poem came out in the exam at matriculation time.