Funeral Blues
Wystan Hugh 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 crépe 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 wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
My reaction :
This is the most deeply poem I have ever read, the way it’s written let me felt every line and provoke a great emptiness in my heart. I’m so glad we could shear it at class.
I could understand how the author felt at the moment he wrote it and then I can only think of crying. This person he is talking about was not only the love of his life, it was his daily breath. And I know he would have done everything she could in order to save her… because he loved her more than his own life.
Now that she is gone everything is dead, there’s no more color in nature, no more brightness in the sun and that bring him down, but then he is surrounded by silence and darkness it’s only worst because he knows he is alone now and doesn’t know how to escape from this deep well .Each day it passes he seems to drawn a little more but … he doesn’t care anymore … he is already dead and alone.
I hope you feel it as much as i did . ill be waiting 4 your comments!!! rosarito
The other day, while i was walking , i felt it again.The air in my lungs left me empty... and after that i started to get dizzy, but all this was not physical. It happened to be that i remember this poem , and as i wrote before... it bristle my skin and gave me that sensacion of falling down so quicky and so unexpectedly that the happy moments the author had with his beloved woman were less than the blink of an eye.
I stoped and stare at a mirror and look at my myself for a while as i continue felling that luck of air in my body.Although i tried so hard to understand and convince myself i havent loose anyone in my life yet... i know i have lost the person i`ve loved the most without even really having it.And i am the only one to blame about that , because i tried to convence myself it was the best. And now im here , just like the author of the poem trying to find a direction to carry on without him/her, trying to let air into my lungs, to live , to feel the joy is life , but its harder that i had imagined...
