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    The poem describes the mourning that follows the death of the speaker's lover. It instructs stopping all distractions like clocks and phones, bringing out the coffin for mourners, and having planes circle overhead announcing "He is Dead." The speaker says his lover was his whole world - north, south, east, west, work, rest, talk and song. Though he thought their love would last forever, he was wrong. The poem ends by saying nothing good can come now without his lover and dismantling symbols of the earth like stars, moon, sun, ocean and wood.

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    The poem describes the mourning that follows the death of the speaker's lover. It instructs stopping all distractions like clocks and phones, bringing out the coffin for mourners, and having planes circle overhead announcing "He is Dead." The speaker says his lover was his whole world - north, south, east, west, work, rest, talk and song. Though he thought their love would last forever, he was wrong. The poem ends by saying nothing good can come now without his lover and dismantling symbols of the earth like stars, moon, sun, ocean and wood.

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    Funeral Blues

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    The poem describes the mourning that follows the death of the speaker's lover. It instructs stopping all distractions like clocks and phones, bringing out the coffin for mourners, and having planes circle overhead announcing "He is Dead." The speaker says his lover was his whole world - north, south, east, west, work, rest, talk and song. Though he thought their love would last forever, he was wrong. The poem ends by saying nothing good can come now without his lover and dismantling symbols of the earth like stars, moon, sun, ocean and wood.

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    FUNERAL BLUES

    W.H. Auden

    Wystan Hugh Auden

    A
    A
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

    B
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. B
    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.

    No
    No distractions
    distractions
    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.

    Public
    Public mourning
    mourning

    Metaphors
    Metaphors to
    to illustrate
    illustrate their
    their
    bond
    bond
    Also,
    Also, the
    the unwillingness
    unwillingness to
    to
    believe
    believe in
    in his
    his death
    death
    The
    The earth
    earth is
    is meaningless
    meaningless
    without
    without these
    these things.
    things. Just
    Just
    as
    as his
    his life
    life is
    is meaningless
    meaningless
    without
    without his
    his lover
    lover

    For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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