[tri-wings] Re: Stop all the clocks

This poem is called Funeral Blues by WH Auden.
I love it!!  It speaks to so many feelings I had when our loss was so new.

Corinne O'Flynn
Rowan Tree Foundation
www.rowantreefoundation.org
(303) 378-4300


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>>>>>>
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.

Author unknown>>>>>>



So very true Kathy! It really describes how I felt/ and still feel at times


Susan Mom to Rebecca T18 M 6/6/91-5/2/06 and Mark ADD/LD age 16



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