Just as a photograph or a piece of music can evoke a reaction in our human soul, so can a certain poem that we may have read or heard at some time in our lives.
I have always loved this poem, ever since it was read out at the funeral scene in Four Weddings and a Funeral. I would like to share it with you today, and hope you like it. To me, it is a wonderfully, romantic piece about someone we love dearly no longer being present in our life, at least not in the physical sense.
W. H. Auden - "Stop All The Clocks..."
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.