Funeral Blues by W H Auden - Famous poems, famous poets. - All Poetry

Funeral Blues

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 forever: 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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Analysis (ai): This poem is an expression of profound grief and despair upon the loss of a beloved. The speaker's world has been shattered, and they can no longer find meaning in anything. The poem is full of imagery of death and mourning, such as the coffin, the black cotton gloves, and the crepe bows. The speaker also wishes to destroy all that is beautiful and life-giving, such as the stars, the moon, the sun, and the ocean. This poem is similar to other works by the author in its exploration of themes of love, loss, and grief. It is also typical of the time period in its use of stark imagery and its focus on the individual's emotional experience.
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Poems0fRayne - When even nature turns it’s back what can bring comfort but to drown in our poems

Amazing.
on May 25 2024 06:49 AM PST   x rate: , ,     skip edit
B. T. Campbell - There is no greater pain than burying someone so close.
on May 18 2024 05:58 PM PST   x rate: , ,     skip edit
Taylor91 - This is a deeply emotional poem that captures the overwhelming grief and sense of loss experienced after the death of a loved one. It uses vivid imagery and powerful language, to paint a picture of a world plunged into darkness and despair.

The speaker's desperate plea to halt the passage of time, silence all noise, and bring the world to a standstill reflects the profound impact of their loss. The symbolic actions, such as putting crepe bows on doves and packing up the moon, depict the surreal and surrealistic nature of grief.

At the heart of the poem lies the devastating realization that the deceased was the speaker's everything - their North, South, East, and West. The final lines, "For nothing now can ever come to any good," encapsulate the speaker's belief that their world has been irrevocably shattered by the loss.

This poem is a haunting meditation on love, loss, and the enduring pain of grief. It resonates with me as I lost my dad in 2017 and he was my best friend. This is exactly how I felt, my world completely stopped and shattered. You perfectly captured the emptiness someone feels after losing someone they loved so much.
on May 09 2024 08:30 AM PST   x rate: , ,     skip edit
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I work all day - 'Destroy' is not the word to describe Auden's language in the final stanza - 'put out, pack up, and sweep up' are, on the contrary, verbs that convey the author's desire to follow his lost love and depart the world. There is a meekness about them that suggests the poet is apologetic for expressing how bereaved he feels.
on May 03 2024 11:27 AM PST   x rate: , ,     skip edit
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Mrtaco22222 - if going to kill my self if i  read this poem again
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BigMescan - My Uncle Lee passed during the beginning of COVID. story for another day. there wasn't a funeral. I never got to have moments you describe.

Liked it!
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Mrtaco22222 - lamo
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Bad Jonny - ← i'm glad he's dead - he sounds like a 'bore'
on Jul 30 2023 08:56 AM PST   x  edit
Ruth M. Martz - ← Tsk,tsk
on Jan 13 2024 09:31 AM PST   x  edit
Jacob Douglas Yost - Ruth M Martz could get it though!!!
on Feb 29 2024 10:02 AM PST   x  edit
Jacob Douglas Yost - where did the good Johnny go? I miss him already. bad Johnny is a meany. Asshat.
on Feb 29 2024 10:01 AM PST   x  edit
Mrtaco22222 - kind of gay'
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Bad Jonny - Jonny is not mean - just 'direct' and most helpful - In many ways, JOnny is a Saint
on Feb 29 2024 11:28 AM PST   x  edit
Jacob Douglas Yost - no shut up bad Johnny. You thought you ate too. I hate you
on Mar 01 2024 09:22 AM PST   x  edit

Comments from the archive

- From guest Wendy (contact)
This captures Grief ... precisely
on Feb 01 2010 03:41 AM PST   x  edit
- From guest Skinmelin (contact)
Completely disagree that this is ironic or, indeed, a bouncy tone. If anything I think the tone is resigned. Lists are ended with a clear statement 'I was wrong'. I think the 'tone' of Judith Klau's comment was very patronising. The crepe refers to what widows or children of the dead were expected to wear around their collars and cuffs; usually white. Not bow-ties.
on Jan 24 2010 06:43 AM PST   x  edit
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- From guest Carolyn Polisky (contact)
This movie came about about the same time as my husband's death. When I heard this poem, it seemed to have been writen for me. It was the end of my world and the scottish gentleman who recited it did an excellent job of ripping my heart out. I get the same feeling each time I hear it. But it is so beautiful. It renewed my interest in poetry.
on Dec 15 2009 03:46 PM PST   x  edit
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- From guest Veritas (contact)
A fitting poem for the departed
on Nov 11 2009 01:47 AM PST   x  edit
- From guest Helen Storey (contact)
This 'poem' is from a play The Ascent of F6 written with Christopher Isherwood about Michael Ransom trying to climb F6,a Himalayan mountain, for his mother. The lament is for his brother, James, who died and whom he was trying to out-shine!!!

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Thank you for the details
on Oct 21 2009 06:50 AM PST   x  edit
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- From guest Janet Terry (contact)
My mother's death when I was 20 left me wondering why everything in the world remained in motion. I, too, thought the clocks should be stopped.
on Oct 19 2009 12:05 PM PST   x  edit
- From guest Tahh'mikahh! (contact)
This Poem Is SWEEET! &GOOD.
on Oct 17 2009 08:00 AM PST   x  edit
- From guest Stephanie (contact)
Ohh Myy This Poem Is Soo Touchin! Waaow Itsz Soo Deep &Powerful iThank Tha Author For Writing Sumthing Like This! <3' itt.
on Oct 17 2009 07:58 AM PST   x  edit
- From guest Judith Klau (contact)
Oh dear, folks, this poem is ironic! Look at its bouncing rhythm, its ridiculous images (a dog and a juicy bone, pigeons wearing neckties) and recognize that Auden's narrator was saying grimly but with humor, My God, I was SO in love with this guy and now it's over and I'm still alive! And though I am feeling unutterably maudlin, the situation is ridiculous. Yes, he was sad, but he was also laughing at himself. Pay attention to what is called 'tone,' the writer's attitude towards his material. PLEASE do not have it tattooed on your arm (or anyplace else) because some day, having loved and lost, you will wake up and laugh at yourself too.
on Oct 16 2009 04:01 PM PST   x  edit
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Lolagirl - wow very informaionful!!1 lol thankyou!!!
on Aug 29 2009 06:27 PM PST   x  edit
Frownsnfreckles - A very interesting and informative piece. Thanks for the information.
on Aug 17 2009 06:41 PM PST   x  edit
Frownsnfreckles - Thanks very much for your help Jim
on Aug 17 2009 06:38 PM PST   x  edit
I-Like-Rhymes - As with many questions there is a really good comment already here with the answer you want. It was sent on 17th Jan and gives you details of Auden's lover who it was written for. Just go down as far as you can and hit the next page (or show all) link after the comments.
Jim
on Aug 17 2009 10:09 AM PST   x  edit
Frownsnfreckles - Does anyone know who this was written for? Was it a particular person in his or public life?
on Aug 17 2009 07:26 AM PST   x  edit
- From guest ranjit rai (contact)
it is the best tragic poetry i have ever read .the beauty of this poem lies in the simplicity of the word and the subject.
on Aug 07 2009 05:06 AM PST   x  edit
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