"Funeral Blues" (Song IX / from Two Songs for Hedli Anderson) is a poem first published in 1936 by W. H. Auden.
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 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.
There are two distinct sides to the poem, the first two verses are about the time leading up to and during the funeral and the two verses after is how the subject was viewed by the author and an outpouring of grief to the reader about how nothing can or will, in the eyes of the author, ever be the same again.
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"Funeral Blues".
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