Murphy has answered so I wont repeat it, but what a wonderful poem this is. Great film and a great scene from a great film! It had me in tears.
I hope you just like the poem and don't need it for a real funeral
:-( because if you do, I'm guessing they were someone special.
2007-01-29 01:04:13
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answer #1
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answered by Queen Victoria of Port 3
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It's a poem by WH Auden called 'Funeral Blues'
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 around the 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 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
Written in April 1936.
Boo hoo I'm a wreck!
2007-01-29 10:36:11
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answered by Anonymous
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by W.H. Auden
Funeral Blues or stop the clock
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 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 woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
What a cracking peace of litriture it is to, studyed it when i was at school
2007-01-29 12:41:33
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answered by Brad 5
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here you go
Funeral Blues
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 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 woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-- W.H. Auden
2007-01-29 08:56:41
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answer #4
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answered by murphy 4
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The poem is "Funeral Blues" (alternatively known as "stop all the clocks"), by W. H.Auden. Recited by John Hannah in the film version.
2007-01-29 09:00:23
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answer #5
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answered by grpr1964 4
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Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
2007-01-29 09:04:45
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answer #6
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answered by Anonymous
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W H Auden - stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone ...
2007-01-29 09:57:57
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answer #7
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answered by HB 3
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The poem is by W H Auden - that should help you find it.
2007-01-29 09:02:02
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answered by LillyB 7
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It is a poem by Auden.
2007-01-29 08:58:44
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answered by Anonymous
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