Funeral Blues, by W.H. Auden

The next poem was written by W.H. Auden…

When I read it I think, may we all love and be loved this way…

I think a life without this great love is not worth living. May all my dear friends love and be loved this way, may you feel needed and trusted, may your fantasies come true and may love always prevail. I wish you all a grand love that marks your life and permeates your essence. To adore is the only great adventure, and to share the Sunday paper bliss.

May your love be constant and enchanting, may it hold your partners up when the night is too long, may you feel the glow of their hearts in your arms.

May the day you say good-bye be one that brings all your beautiful memories to life.

And yes…may they be your north, your south, your east and west… and may you be their ever after.

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 crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
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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