Friday, July 06, 2007

Stop all the clocks

I heard this in "Four Weddings and a Funeral" last night.
Its fantastic. Very Moving.

Stop All The Clocks
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, 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

3 comments:

Complex Guy trapped in a Simple World! said...

Aah... Four Weddings and A Funeral... Isn't that five of the same kind?? ;-)

Nandita Mundle said...

I guess they are both about..." Do not go quietly into that gentle night..." (Dylan Thomas) :-D ;-)

rads said...

That was some movie and a fitting tribute for the character.

Auden rocks.