Del et dikt: Funeral blues

Dette diktet, skrevet i 1936 av den britisk-amerikanske poeten W. H. (Wystan Hugh) Auden, ble nok best kjent i Norge gjennom filmen Fire bryllup og en gravferd (Four Weddings and a Funeral) fra 1994.

Diktet er også kjent med første verselinje som tittel – «Stop all the clocks». Vi minner om at kommentarfeltet til disse postene kan brukes til å dele dikt med Dyadebloggens lesere.

Funeral blues

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.