Thursday, February 11, 2010
Love is....
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 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.
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Beautiful, true and very very sad...time can pass so quickly. The photo is stunningly beautiful. Janell
Beautiful poem, darling!
xoxox,
CC
Thanks for your comment, Averill....just about any of my prints are available on canvas. Let me know if there's something specific you need. I will be introducing more soon. Have a great weekend!
yes...that is what love is...and more.
lovely words.
pve
Averill I love the poetry you are posting brings back the true old romance of days gone by. Wish we had more of that in our lives, but you are bringing a touch back to us, thankyou. Also aren't those cobalt shoes darling. I am looking for some cobalt accessories and I thought those are so cute with jeans or a cute skirt. I am doing a post on yellow later in the week. Found some really cute things. I guess I am getting Spring fever, thinking of bright and happy colors. Kathysue
This poem was in "Four Weddings and a Funeral" (the funeral). Chokes me up every time. Gorgeous choice of photo, too.
in the words of Borat, "Wowie wow wow wow!" Good one, Averill!
Beautiful image...haunting poem.
what a beautiful, teary poem.
xo,
cristin
One of my favorites.
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