Funeral Blues

30 November, 2006

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring 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.

W.H. Auden

I heard for the first time in the movie Four weddings and a Funeral and wanted to save a copy. But never never made the time to. I saw the movie again a couple of days back and these words came back to haunt me.
There are certain moments in life when certain things happen and they fill the space perfectly. Other times go unnoticed and the due respect it needs is lost...
Keep a watch... A Thunderbolt may strike You anytime and any place...

2 Scribbles:

Anonymous said...

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)

Anonymous said...

as i said, clean, direct, what you see is what you get.
but we never get it, do we?

@ ac
few of my fav lines

Raise your Shoulders and Fall back on your Knees, Piss through a Dime For the Whole World Sees