On Thu, 30 Nov 2000 12:50:03 GMT, "Lars" <***no_spam***@anywhere.com>
wrote:
>I var meget behjælpelige sidste gang jeg havde et spørgsmål (det var ang.
>UHF - Tak for det
) - men endnu engang må jeg bede om jeres hjælp. I
>filmen 4 Brylluper & 1 begravelse bliver der læst et digt op ved
>begravelsen, og nu eftersøger en af mine venner dette digt eller
>forfatterens navn, desværre har vi ikke filmen indenfor "rækkevide" - derfor
>håber jeg på jeres hjælp endnu engang.
Så vidt jeg husker er det Funeral Blues fra "Twelve Songs" af W.H.
Auden. Digtet lyder som følger:
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 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.
/Christgian
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