Poemas: Funeral Blues – WH Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with the juicy bone.Silence the pianos and, with muffled drum,Bring out the coffin. Let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overheadScribbling in the sky the message: “He is dead!”Put crepe bows around the white necks of the public doves.Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He […]