Funeral Blues

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W.H. Auden
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Posted June 20th 2013
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a divider for posts no 2Funeral Blues
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;
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Funeral Blues — W.H. Audena divider for posts no 2John Hannah, playing Matthew, reads WH Auden’s poem “Funeral Blues.” The poem was first published by Auden in 1936 and became famous after it was featured in the film “Four Weddings and a Funeral.”a divider for posts no 2

Amy Winehouse — Back To Blacka divider for posts no 2Amy Winehouse’s death had a profound effect on me. Not only did she die on my birthday but I discovered the real her after her death, not before. She has a remarkable voice and talent. Life came down upon her and destroyed her. Her attempts and struggles with holding back death ended in a scream of not wanting or feeling ready to let go but death took her on July 23rd 2011. She was alone when she died. Where was everyone to protect her and to keep her alive? You are loved and missed Amy Winehouse. Will Love her Always and Her Music Will Go On.a divider for posts no 2

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dark clouds with light coming through from above

a divider for posts no 2QUOTATIONS on ELEGY:

“Every angel is terrifying.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
Duino Elegies

“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb –

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here –

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –”
― Emily Dickinson
The Complete Poems

“Loneliness Ends With Love” ― Al Lerner

“but at the Lychgate we may all pass our own conduct and our own judgments under a searching review. It is not given to human beings, happily for them, for otherwise life would be intolerable, to foresee or to predict to any large extent the unfolding course of events. In one phase men seem to have been right, in another they seem to have been wrong. Then again, a few years later, when the perspective of time has lengthened, all stands in a different setting. There is a new proportion. There is another scale of values. History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and kindle with pale gleams the passion of former days. What is the worth of all this? The only guide to a man is his conscience; the only shield to his memory is the rectitude and sincerity of his actions. It is very imprudent to walk through life without this shield, because we are so often mocked by the failure of our hopes and the upsetting of our calculations; but with this shield, however the fates may play, we march always in the ranks of honor.”
― Winston Churchill

“We pass and leave you lying. No need for rhetoric, for funeral music, for melancholy bugle-calls. No need for tears now, no need for regret.
We took our risk with you; you died and we live. We take your noble gift, salute for the last time those lines of pitiable crosses, those solitary mounds, those unknown graves, and turn to live our lives out as we may.
Which of us were fortunate–who can tell? For you there is silence and cold twilight drooping in awful desolation over those motionless lands. For us sunlight and the sound of women’s voices, song and hope and laughter, despair, gaiety, love–life.
Lost terrible silent comrades, we, who might have died, salute you.” ― Richard Aldington, Roads To Glory

“The splendors of the firmament of time
May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not;
Like stars to their appointed height they climb
And death is a low mist which cannot blot
The brightness it may veil.”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley
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2 thoughts on “Funeral Blues

    • It more that pleases me that Rilke and his words were with you on that day and saved you. Both Rilke and W.H. Auden’s poems are powerful. I can read “Funeral Blues” or hear it read endlessly. It is so moving.

      “Angels are terrifying.” Your writing proves that for me.


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