favorite things · unpoetic

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.

-W.H. Auden-


Sudah lama kayaknya ga posting karya sastra *tsaaah* favorit. Kali ini Funeral Blues dari W.H. Auden. Pertama kali denger pas di film Four Weddings and a Funeral di scene *apalagi kalo bukan* pemakaman. Sedih bangeeeet 😦 Terus sempet mau ngasih puisi ini ke seorang teman dekat saat kehilangan anggota keluarga, tapi entah kenapa ga jadi.

Suka bangetnya sampe gw sempet hapal seluruh baitnya 😀


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