Stop all the clocks

I’ve been thinking lately about the surreal feeling you have when something sad or something that makes you worry is consuming your mind, yet the people and the world all around you have no idea. Not surprisingly it makes me think of the “Funeral Blues” poem by W.H. Auden. Many of us know it from the movie “Four Weddings and a Funeral.” It so accurately and lyrically describes how it feels. What are your thoughts?

Here is a video of a reading of the poem and the words below:

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 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.