Poetry: Funeral Blues

Fill in the missing words of W.H. Auden's grief-laden poem, Funeral Blues.
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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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Level 76
Mar 30, 2015
This is a beautiful poem - thanks for posting it.