Funeral Blues

Funeral Blues

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

Wystan Hugh Auden föddes 1907, levde under 35 år med sin kärlek Chester Kallman, Auden dog 1973. Funeral Blues är en av hans mest kända dikter. Den reciteras i en av de mest minnesvärda scenerna i filmen ”Fyra bröllop och en begravning” av Matthew på begravningen av han pojkvän Gareth.


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