Poetry (Poems)

Stop All The Clocks - By W.H Auden

(If you want to skip to the actual poem it is 2:37)

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, my West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would 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.

Hey, I hope you liked the poem, it's one of my favourites! The video is from Four Weddings and a Funeral, one of the best movies of all time and is actually the first time I heard the poem. I thank my parents for bringing this movie and subsequently this poem in to my life.

Yrene🐍