Titre du blog : Guess Who's Baaack.???? LA VIET!²
Auteur : la-viet
Date de création : 17-09-2007
Auteur : la-viet
Date de création : 17-09-2007
posté le 24-09-2007 à 12:28:54
Funeral Blues (...C'est vraiment beau ça...)
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 circles moaning overhead,
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpes 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....
W.H.AUDEN, April 1936.
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 circles moaning overhead,
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpes 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....
W.H.AUDEN, April 1936.
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