I would like to know the name of the poem that was recited...

Answer by Taoski
Submitted on 6/27/2006
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Funeral Blues 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 in 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 forever, 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.

Answer by Carmen (Spain)
Submitted on 1/3/2007
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Sorry, I didn't read your message until today. I love the poem you mention and, in case you've not succeeded in finding it, I put it below: "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." W.H. Auden

Answer by meme
Submitted on 4/5/2007
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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 airplanes 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 forever: 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. WH Auden poem I love this one too!

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Question by GEORGETTE
Submitted on 2/15/2004
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I would like to know the name of the poem that was recited at the funeral of a gay man's partner in the movie "Three Weddings and a Funeral" with Hugh Grant.

Answer by Anon
Submitted on 3/30/2006
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The name of the poem is "Funeral Blues" and it is by W. H. Auden

Answer by Claudia
Submitted on 9/15/2006
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http://homepages.wmich.edu/~cooneys/poems/auden.stop.html

Answer by Mia
Submitted on 4/11/2007
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W.H. Auden Funeral blues

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