But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
O let not Time deceive you
You cannot conquer Time. .In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.- From I Walked Out One Evening by W H Auden
One of my favourite poems.
Where did u get dis thing?????? Mind blowin…. I wish I cud ryt stuff lyk dis….. Very nice poem.
@Anonymous Indisch?
@all4love Yeah…I’m not a poem frek but there are a few I love!
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.
(guess which one punns)
its “funeral blues” by W H Auden.
woah! *blinks*
wow…never read Auden before…awesome! Do you like TS Eliot or Pablo Neruda by any chance?
Hmm, Id like to add my own few lines to this.. I called it Brutal Time
@ruhi TS Elliot…hell yeah!
@Guru Huh? Is there a link or something?
Wish I could met him…