Stop All The Clocks
Quote of the moment:
"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."
- W HSmith Auden.
The clocks have gone back. I'm waiting until 2.30am (which used to be 3.30am) to take Sarah into school to get the bus to the airport for her Malta netball tour. My dad had his maps spread out on the table to tell her about it. Lol. I'm sure he'd love to go back, but despite his British birth certificate (my grandpa was a Royal Marine) he's still liable for national service there. I wonder if that's expired yet?! Perhaps they'll call up Sarah instead...
"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."
- W H
The clocks have gone back. I'm waiting until 2.30am (which used to be 3.30am) to take Sarah into school to get the bus to the airport for her Malta netball tour. My dad had his maps spread out on the table to tell her about it. Lol. I'm sure he'd love to go back, but despite his British birth certificate (my grandpa was a Royal Marine) he's still liable for national service there. I wonder if that's expired yet?! Perhaps they'll call up Sarah instead...
2 comments:
Yupski... commmander, I believe, of 41 Commando, before it was axed. (There's now only 40, 42 and 45 left).
See here for more history:
http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/Poins.htm
My great^n grandfather, where 5{n{15, as drawn by Hans Holbein (who painted Henry VIII etc). Don't have the family tree on me right at the moment :p
Vital missing sentence: My dad was born in Malta. It probs wasn't obvious.
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