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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone

(2006-02-20 11:41:48) 下一個

(This is the poem read at Matthew’s funeral in Four Weddings and A Funeral. Just came across it today. Wanted to save it here before I lose track of it again.

Maybe it’s just me, but somehow anguish speaks louder than bliss.)

 

 

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 crêpe 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.

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