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Library: Goodbye Asmok

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Author: Elena
Date:May 20 1997

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
silent the pianos and with 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 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 moon, 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 (1907-1973)


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