Friday, 17 April 2015

The Poem that describes grief perfectly

It's been a long time since I last watched Four Weddings and a Funeral. And I forgot about this poem. Yes it is depressing but if you are going through the grief of a loved one, you'll probably find that this poem very much describes your feelings. In my opinion, it has hit the nail on the head perfectly. More so the last verse. The first is a bit too depressing. 

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 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.

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