poetry
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... See more
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... See more
'Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone' - W H Auden
my favorite poems
i’ve always believed in the practice of carrying a poem with you wherever you go. poetry has always contained a particular kind of magic—the kind that both demands expression and rewards reflection. how else can a handful of lines carve themselves so deeply into life?
when... See more
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