sing to me

November 13, 2009 § 2 Comments

Words touch me. I thought to share some. Here’s the first of a series of great poems, excerpts, essays, sentences, quotations that have made their way into my repertoire and somehow made an impression on me — both as a writer and as a person.   To quickly see what’s inspiring me, click on the “sing to me” tab up top.  I’ll let Auden take you from here:

WH Auden

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 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.


§ 2 Responses to sing to me

  • Meena says:

    ooh milna girl, had to holla…just found my sketch book from HIGH SCHOOL. holy hell. i found mad old quotes from poems and songs i had written down and sketches/watercolors/charcoals that inspired them….i re-discovered some of my favorite poems.. i feel you

  • Sheila says:

    I’m so glad you posted this one – it’s amazing and filled with emotion

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