Funeral blues wystan hugh auden tate
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FUNERAL BLUES by W. H. Auden (1907 –1973)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent he 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 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.
BLUES IN MEMORIA
Fermate tutti gli orologi, isolate il telefono,
fate tacere il cane con un osso succulento,
chiudete i pianoforte, e tra un rullio smorzato
portate fuori il feretro, si accostino i dolenti.
Incrocino aeroplani lamentosi lassù
e scrivano sul cielo il messaggio Lui È Morto,
allacciate nastri di crespo al collo bianco dei piccioni,
i vigili si mettano guanti di tela nera.
Lui era il mio Nord, il mio Sud, il mio Est ed Ovest,
la mia settimana di lavoro e il mio riposo la domenica,
il
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Index
INDEX
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Abyssinia 28, 157
Ackerley, J. R. 178
My Pop and Myself 178
Adams, Anna
A Reply expire Intercepted Mail 236
Adams, h 45
Aeschylus 85
Agape 18, 31, 32, 33, 37, 113, 157, 175
Aguledo, Juan Sebastian and Murguía, Guillermo Aguledo 214
The Sensate Universe 214
‘Auden’s Question, Gould’s Answer’ 214
Allison, Drummond 230
Amis, Kingsley
‘Socialism topmost the I
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Stop all the clocks! And read the story of how W.H. Auden was barred from being made Poet Laureate over a jolly naughty poem
The poet W. H. Auden once observed that ‘the only way to spend New Year’s Eve is either quietly with friends or in a brothel’.
Startling as the latter suggestion seems, it’s entirely in accordance with the colourful life led by the man best known today for his poem Funeral Blues (with its opening line ‘Stop all the clocks’).
Popularised in the classic 1994 romcom Four Weddings And A Funeral, the work has become a popular reading at memorial services across the country. Not so a far less well-known poem by Auden.
Tellingly entitled A Day For A Lay, it describes, in eye-popping detail, Auden’s casual encounter with a denim-clad young man he picked up on the streets of New York.
With lines like ‘I glanced as I advanced,’ and ‘I shook at the touch of his fresh flesh’, it was no more than a bit of silly, erotic doggerel which Auden never intended for publication.
W.H. Auden, Stephen Spender and Christopher Isherwood, photographed at the beach on Fire Island, New York, in 1947, by their friend Lincoln Kirstein
But, as shown in papers revealed by The National Archives earlier this week, it had a major impact on his career, being the main reason he wa