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HeikeK64


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Funeral Blues

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: Our Love 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.

(nach W. H. Auden)

Kommentare 2

  • HeikeK64 11. März 2011, 9:04

    25.2.2011

    Ab jetzt wieder allein durch die Botanik; manchmal reicht die Liebe nicht aus, wenn sie vom anderen nicht gesehen wird.
    Raus in die Welt - Abenteuer erleben. Neues!
  • MikeSchw 8. Januar 2010, 9:16

    Ein neuer Versuch :)
    Schaut nach einem gebrochenen Herz aus.
    Schön der Bildschnitt und die Schärfe.
    LG Mike