Friday, February 10, 2006

a favourite

OK... it's quite a sad poem, but I've always loved it.
Made famous by the movie Four weddings and a funeral.

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 owuld 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 wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


TaB said...

i remember this, not from the film from someplace else.

i like it, rubs my eyes in an uncomfortable way. xoxo

Using up the words.... said...

Hey sweetie....
I'm glad you know it from somewhere else. I always wonder about the things which are discovered from movies, and whether they are somehow tainted after that.

I'd like to think that someone might feel this about me?! :)One day.