Joyce Lee on sun 19 aug 01
Does anybody have the lines to the poem by Auden that was read in "Four =
Weddings and a
Funeral"? I can only think of a couple but it keeps haunting me ... you =
know how that is.... just can't shake it..... help???
I recall something like (bad paraphrasing, I know)
stop all the clocks
and=20
pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
and
=20
He was my North, my South, my East and West
and=20
The stars are not wanted=20
put out them all ??
and=20
scribble on the sky He Is Dead.......
anybody have these? Thank you.
Joyce
In the Mojave
Judith S. Labovitz on sun 19 aug 01
Joyce: the poem is called Song: Stop all the clocks
stop all the clocks, cut ff 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 away our every one:
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods
for nothing now can ever come to any good
thank you so much for keeping us informed on Mel's incredible tragedy...I
don;t know him (or any of you) but I FEEL as if I do, and I am haunted
by all this!! I am usually a lurker....
Judy Labovitz
At 08:25 AM 8/19/01 -0700, you wrote:
>Does anybody have the lines to the poem by Auden that was read in "Four
>Weddings and a
>Funeral"? I can only think of a couple but it keeps haunting me ... you
>know how that is.... just can't shake it..... help???
>
>I recall something like (bad paraphrasing, I know)
>
>stop all the clocks
>
>and
>
>pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
>
>and
>
>He was my North, my South, my East and West
>
>and
>
>The stars are not wanted
>put out them all ??
>
>and
>
>scribble on the sky He Is Dead.......
>
>anybody have these? Thank you.
>
>Joyce
>In the Mojave
>
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Richard Jeffery on sun 19 aug 01
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
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 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.
-----Original Message-----
From: Ceramic Arts Discussion List [mailto:CLAYART@LSV.CERAMICS.ORG]On
Behalf Of Joyce Lee
Sent: 19 August 2001 16:26
To: CLAYART@LSV.CERAMICS.ORG
Subject: W. ?. Auden poem
Does anybody have the lines to the poem by Auden that was read in "Four
Weddings and a
Funeral"? I can only think of a couple but it keeps haunting me ... you
know how that is.... just can't shake it..... help???
I recall something like (bad paraphrasing, I know)
stop all the clocks
and
pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
and
He was my North, my South, my East and West
and
The stars are not wanted
put out them all ??
and
scribble on the sky He Is Dead.......
anybody have these? Thank you.
Joyce
In the Mojave
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Alecia Miller on sun 19 aug 01
Joyce-
Here is a link that contains the entire poem "Funeral Blues" by W.H.Auden.
http://www.eecs.umich.edu/~ashish/personal/poems/funeral.html
(Google is wonderful for finding things like this on the web!)
-----Original Message-----
From: Ceramic Arts Discussion List [mailto:CLAYART@LSV.CERAMICS.ORG]On
Behalf Of Joyce Lee
Sent: Sunday, August 19, 2001 11:26 AM
To: CLAYART@LSV.CERAMICS.ORG
Subject: W. ?. Auden poem
Does anybody have the lines to the poem by Auden that was read in "Four
Weddings and a
Funeral"? I can only think of a couple but it keeps haunting me ... you
know how that is.... just can't shake it..... help???
I recall something like (bad paraphrasing, I know)
stop all the clocks
and
pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
and
He was my North, my South, my East and West
and
The stars are not wanted
put out them all ??
and
scribble on the sky He Is Dead.......
anybody have these? Thank you.
Joyce
In the Mojave
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You may look at the archives for the list or change your subscription
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