*w H Auden The Haiku Poet

Rating: 2.8

Scribbling in the sky 'He is dead! '
i put crepe bows around
the necks of public doves

stop all the clocks,
cut off the telephone
let the mourners come

silence the pianos and
with muffled drum
bring out the coffin

he was my north,
my south, my east and west,
my weekdays and sunday

he was my noon,
my midnight
my talk, my song.

stars are not wanted now
pack up the moon
dismantle the sun.

stars are not wanted now
pour away the ocean
sweep up the wood

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Emerald Ronert Crouch 27 October 2015

Real deep emotion, gut wrentching

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very interesting to read! pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood! Nice! Good! ...

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