Stop All The Clocks

by W.H. Auden.

       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. 


by W.H.奥登

        停止所有的时钟,切断电话 , 

   给狗一块浓汁的骨头,让他别叫 , 

   黯哑了钢琴,随着低沉的鼓 , 


   让直升机在头顶悲旋 , 












16 Jan 2018
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