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 wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Funeral Blues is one of the poems I really enjoyed, which expressed the profound grief and loss that the poet experienced upon the death of his lover. Throughout the poem it is evident that the poet felt as if he has lost everything meaningful in his life, and that they whole world should mourn for his lover's death. "He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest." Even though not stated directly, the immense amount of grief is shown by the fact that his lover meant the whole world to him, and that there is no way that his world would go on without his lover. The fact that the poem consists of 4 stanzas, each consisting of 4 lines could symbolise death, as 4 represents death in some cultures. I was really touched by his outpour of emotion through vivid imagery, which I think is what made this poem unique.
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