Poetry meme answer
Hope I'm doing this correctly. :D
In response to the meme by the lovelyultraviolet9a here.
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
This bit from Four Weddings and the Funeral never fail to make me cry each time I watch it. I have never been much of a poetry person; I'm a tad to dense to pick up metaphors and am too crude for the subtleties. But this one is plain enough that I could appreciate the deeper sentiments and the emotion it evokes. Perhaps overdone to death to some, but it is one that resonates with me.
In response to the meme by the lovelyultraviolet9a here.
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
This bit from Four Weddings and the Funeral never fail to make me cry each time I watch it. I have never been much of a poetry person; I'm a tad to dense to pick up metaphors and am too crude for the subtleties. But this one is plain enough that I could appreciate the deeper sentiments and the emotion it evokes. Perhaps overdone to death to some, but it is one that resonates with me.
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