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Wystan Hugh Auden

Wystan Hugh Auden


Poet: Wystan Hugh Auden

Dates: 21 February 1907 – 29 September 1973

Nationality: English

Title of Poem: 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 crêpe 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.


Brief Biography: Auden was born in England and later took American citizenship. He is regarded as one of the greatest writers of the 20th century. Auden used poetic style and technique to engage political, social, religious and moral issues between humanity and nature. In his poetry he explored how words and language could be used to reveal and conceal emotions.