Δευτέρα, Ιουνίου 26, 2006

Four Weddings And A Funeral

"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 necks of public doves,
Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves.
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."

4 Comments:

Blogger Marla said...

go to sophiellis.blogspot.com

11:43 π.μ.

 
Blogger Matron Maya said...

i ve already been...

12:08 μ.μ.

 
Blogger Marla said...

what do you mean hmmm???????????

12:45 μ.μ.

 
Blogger Matron Maya said...

ψάχνω κάτι συγκεκριμένο στο sophiellis.blogspot.com ???

hmmm = interesting :P

1:57 μ.μ.

 

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