W.H. AUDEN - Funeral Blues ...For my Father
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...
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Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I...
So throw away those lamentations- we both know them all too well; if there’s a book of jubiliations, we’ll have to write it for ourselves, so come and lie beside me, darling, and let’s write it while we’ve still got time.
הנקמה המתוקה ביותר היא להשאר מאושר מול אלו המנסים לאמלל אותך…. אני אצליח!