POETIC BLOOMINGS READING ROOM #45

Wystan Hugh Auden was an English-American poet. Auden’s poetry was earmarked by its style and technical accuracy, its foray into politics, morals, love, and religion. His work could be identified by its variety in tone, form and content. One of his best known works is this featured poem, “Funeral Blues”

Auden

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.