July 1st, 2008
A Poem
There’s been a poem rattling around my brain ever since the intial shock of Tommy’s death wore off(I say initial shock because it feels like the shock will never truly wear off, I don’t care how much time goes by) and I think it sums up the way that so many people feel since that fateful day. It is by W.H.Auden and many will recognize it from the movie “Four Weddings and Funeral”. So here it is…
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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 woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good.
There are so many other things I would like to say here but it seems that, right now, I am incapable because, as Valerie said, words cannot describe… It is all so raw that I know it would just come out as a bunch of incoherent rambling and blubbering. But I did want to post this poem. I think it speaks volumes and I think alot of people will identify with its message…
Tommy man…ya left before I could say goodbye… It hurts.
Lura
July 5th, 2008 at 2:29 am
“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 woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
God, thats exactly how I felt. I couldnt drink enough coffee to take away that numbness.