Funeral Blues by W H Auden

設計出完美的劇本, 可惜無法發揮效用, 下次吧, 讓電影裡的詩句自行說話

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.

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This is exactly how you feel when someone has died.

Everything stops-the world goes on around you but you are not a part of it.

As a grieving soul this poem is poignant. Who cares about the sematics of it?

It's meant as a comfort and understanding of the early days of grief.