ENGL 1F97 Chapter Notes - Chapter 1: Funeral Blues, King James Version, Poetry Foundation
11 Sep 2015
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Funeral blues/ stop all the clocks. Funeral blues/stop all the clocks; : h. auden. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 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 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. Imagery is also used alongside imperatives as different forms of nature are removed in one way or another.
