One of my favourites

[Lynette]

I first heard this in the film "Four Weddings And A Funeral" - I know it's sad but I think it's very beautiful......


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 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 woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

-- W.H. Auden

[PorkyPies]

Never heard that one Lyn even though I watched the film, it is sad but brilliantly thought out.



Will attempt my own when I get back from Blackpool.

[Lynette]

It's read out at the funeral in the film Porky - I always hear it with a Scottish accent in my head because of that!

[PorkyPies]

Jan 30, 2009 11:50:41 GMT 1 Lynette said:

It's read out at the funeral in the film Porky - I always hear it with a Scottish accent in my head because of that!

Ahhh, I seem to remember some of that at the funeral but not the verse.

[Lynette]

Another favourite by John Betjeman

www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=1537

[PorkyPies]

Good that Lyn.

[Lynette]

Thanks Porky

[PorkyPies]

PERFECT WOMAN

by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

HE was a phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.

[Lynette]

That's beautiful, Porky

[PorkyPies]

I thought so too Lyn.