Sunday, April 17, 2011

A wonderful young man that I went to high school with has died from melanoma. Of all the people from high school that I remember fondly, he perhaps sticks out the most. He was a non-judgmental, gentle soul who brought a smile to many faces in his too short life. He will be missed. RIP Doug Wright.

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 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.

W.H. Auden

although Doug wasn't my working week or Sunday rest, I think this is a beautiful poem for a beautiful person.


Milk and Two Sugars said...

Oh, no. I am so sorry. Such an unfair disease. I hope he's at peace.

Hugs to you.

Rach said...

Totally unfair.

But a beautiful poem - one I have not heard before. Thank you for sharing it.