Stop all the Clocks - W. H. Auden

I recently saw the movie "Four Weddings and a Funeral" again, after a very long time. In the Funeral the below poem is recited, and I loved it so much that I thought I would publish it on my blog. It just makes it so easy to come back and read it again in future, as far as I am concerned. (By the way, I have taken the liberty to change the gender from He to She - that way I relate to it better...)

Hope you enjoy it too.


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 She Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She 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.