Saturday, February 25, 2006

Stop All The Clocks

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


Grandma, Thomas and Grandpa

2 comments:

Sonny Shine said...

HELP WANTED AD: Wanted; a loving Mom! Adopt me!!! I may be 43, but I'm not suppose to cry myself to sleep anymore. I was unwanted, unloved, uncared for, used and abused in 16 foster families during my 18 years of growing up. I wish I had had a mom like you who wanted someone to love. I met my natural mother when I was 26 and all she had to say was: "So you've turned up again like a bad penny!" Dad left when I was 2 because Mom is crazy and schitzo. Now he's gone for good and I only got to meet him once when I was 30! I live once again with my final foster family parents to take care of them in their twilight years. I am a good son to them, but I was never adopted. *sigh* I wish I had had a loving mommy. Adopt me, even though I'm 43!

the ockers said...

I love that poem. so moving.