I am looking for the full version of a poem by Odin....."you are my North, my south......" any help?

Question

This may not be the first line but it is in it somewhere.

Answer 1

Funeral Blues
by WH Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut of 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 moon, 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 woods:
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

*Auden, W.H. The Complete Works of W.H. Auden, edited by Edward
Mendelson, Princeton, University Press, Princeton, New Jersey, 1988.

Answer 2

It's called 'Twelve Songs', and it's by W.H. Auden. It was read at the funeral in '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, and 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 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.

Answer 3

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 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.


and it by W H AUDEN
its a lovely poem

Answer 4

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 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.

Answer 5

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 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

I Love this poem, makes me cry eveytime but it's amazing. It was read at my fiance's funeral

Answer 6

If you are thinking of the one that was used in Four Weddings and a Funeral I think it was written by WH Auden - not sure where Odin comes in (unless there is another poem with these lines in). You should be able to find it in most poetry anthologies as it is quite well known.
It is very moving - I have been to funerals where it has been used and is beauitful - it sums up completely how people feel at times like that.

Answer 7

Nana T that was beautiful. and it is so true. Young people see us as old and never think that once we too were young just like them. They can't see the happiness and the wonderful memories we hold inside. Every life is a story unlike any other. Some are exciting and some are a little bland, but it does not matter, It is your life, it is your story. And our story is not finished yet, we still have many pages to fill until that last chapter is done and we close the book. Poppy Have a star/

Answer 8

That's the poem from Four Weddings and a Funeral when the Scottish guy dies and his lover recites the poem. Not sure where to find it but you could always watch the movie.

Answer 9

Watch 'Four Weddings and A Funeral' he reads it out at the Scottish guys funeral.....you could write it out as he says it. Failing that try your local library.

Answer 10

That´s by W. H. Auden, not "Odin"!