Sunday, April 01, 2007

Beauty in Melancholy!

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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 woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


-Auden's words

They ring with so much truth... even if he was there only for a reason or just for a season... He was there and now he's gone.
He is there still and yet he is gone. You see him everyday but there is no light. You talk with him but there is no music. He is alive and yet you mourn.

You thought that love would last forever: You were wrong!
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