How to Join Member's Area Private Library Search Today's Topics p Login
Main Forums Discussion Tech Talk Mature Content Archives
   Nav Win
 Discussion
 Q & A
 I need to find a specific poem,from 4 we
 1 2 3
Follow us on Facebook

 Moderated by: Nan   (Admins )

 
User Options
Format for Better Printing EMail to a Friend Not Available
Admin Print Send ECard
Passions in Poetry

I need to find a specific poem,from 4 weddings etc

 Post A Reply Post New Topic   Go to the Next Oldest/Previous Topic Return to Topic Page Go to the Next Newest Topic 
Biscuit
Unregistered




0 posted 01-18-2001 12:44 PM       Edit/Delete Message     View IP for Biscuit

Hello,
  I am looking for the poem on four weddings and a funeral...the one used at the funeral.
  I have no idea who it is written by but part of the text reads
"she was my north my south my east my west,
my working week my sunday rest"
can anyone help me please as i have a funeral of a close relative on monday and i feel this poem would be very fitting.
  thanks
SEA
Deputy Moderator 10 ToursDeputy Moderator 5 Tours
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 01-18-2000
Posts 24152
with you


1 posted 01-18-2001 05:15 PM       View Profile for SEA   Email SEA   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for SEA

I'd have to say, just rent the movie, and write it down.......in the credits a name might appear there.........I haven't seen that movie, so I have no idea.   -SEA
suthern
Deputy Moderator 1 TourDeputy Moderator 1 Tour
Member Seraphic
since 07-29-99
Posts 20770
on the threshold of a dream


2 posted 01-19-2001 12:48 PM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

I'm sorry for your loss, Biscuit... hope this helps.

Funeral Blues - aka Song IX
by Wynstan Hugh Auden (1907-1973)
written April 1936

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum
Bring out the coffin let the Mourners come.

Let the aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead
Put crepe bows round the white 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.



[This message has been edited by suthern (edited 01-19-2001).]
biscuit
Unregistered


on the threshold of a dream


3 posted 01-21-2001 02:16 PM       Edit/Delete Message     View IP for biscuit

thank you very much...help most apreciated
 
 Post A Reply Post New Topic   Go to the Next Oldest/Previous Topic Return to Topic Page Go to the Next Newest Topic 
All times are ET (US) Top
  User Options
>> Discussion >> Q & A >> I need to find a specific poem,from 4 we Format for Better Printing EMail to a Friend Not Available
Print Send ECard

 

pipTalk Home Page | Main Poetry Forums

How to Join | Member's Area / Help | Private Library | Search | Contact Us | Today's Topics | Login
Discussion | Tech Talk | Archives | Sanctuary



© Passions in Poetry and netpoets.com 1998-2013
All Poetry and Prose is copyrighted by the individual authors