我羡慕的悼词

W.H. Auden. This is actually what I want to say:

"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.

Put crepe bows 'round the necks of public doves,

Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves.

Let aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead, Scribbling on the sky the message: He is Dead.

He was my North, my South, my East, my West.

My working week and my Sunday rest.

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,

I thought love would last forever:

I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one.

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.

Pour out the ocean and sweep up the wood,

For nothing now can ever come to any good."