Funeral Blues

From The Poem Reader by Dominic Frisby

November 20, 2024 · 1 min

About this episode

This episode features the poem 'Funeral Blues', exploring themes of grief and loss.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.Let aeroplanes circle moaning overheadScribbling 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. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thepoemreader.com

People in this episode

Host: Dominic Frisby

Topics covered

grief
loss
mourning
love
poetry

Keywords

Funeral Blues
grief
loss
poetry
mourning
love

Mentioned in this episode

Books & works: Funeral Blues