Funeral Blues

Have you ever wondered how you would feel if your loved ones die before you? I have... I love my husband so much that I can't imagine a life without him. When I first read W.H. Auden's Funeral Blues, I was able to relate to his feelings completely and this brought tears to my eyes just imagining a life without Mike... It did not feel intense or dramatic to me at all. I might add: "He was my sky, my earth, my water, my air and my wind"

I'd like to share the poem with the people who feels the same way as I do. Without much further ado, here's "Funeral Blues" by W.H. Auden. Enjoy, or rather be in imaginary sorrow for a bit!

Funeral Blues by 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 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 woods;

For anything now can ever come to any good.