|He Has Passed Challenge 9
By DesertBoyIan on 04/04/2011
Based on Auden’s poem “Funeral Blues”
Stop the pendulum, close the shades,
Silence the children, let their laughtr fade,
Let trembling fingers beat out death.
Hear the silent sighs of breath.
Let only the Town Crier weep out his song,
The ending of all, for He is gone.
Set the black wreath upon the door,
Watch the mourners in black, as they gaze at the floor.
He was my Winter, my Spring, my Summer, my Fall,
He was my everything, he was my all,
My hopes my dreams, life’s certainty,
Yet love does not live an eternity.
The moon has no meaning, nor does the sun,
Nor do the words of anyone,
Ne’er will the stars love light last,
For I am empty now, he has passed.
Auden''s original "Funeral Blues"
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 wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
"The greatest warriors are the ones who stand for peace." H. Near
© By DesertBoyIan On 4/4/2011 7:42:32 PM