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This is how I feel
« on: December 09, 2007, 06:26:42 PM »
By poet 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 nothing now can ever come to any good.

Danis Sis

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Re: This is how I feel
« Reply #1 on: December 23, 2007, 12:34:55 PM »
I've always thought that this was an amazingly beautiful poem.  And then my brother died and it came alive, as though it was written for him.


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« Reply #2 on: December 23, 2007, 02:20:07 PM »
Oh my goodness-this says it all! Thank you for sharing it! I am so sorry for both of your losses. Hugs-Lonnie