If I had a favourite poet, Auden would be it. Or Whitman. But definitely Auden.<\/p>\n
This is maybe the Anyway, it describes perfectly how I feel.<\/p>\n W.H. Auden<\/strong><\/p>\n Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead He was my North, my South, my East and West, The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Stop all the clocks.<\/p>\n Stop.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" If I had a favourite poet, Auden would be it. Or Whitman. But definitely Auden. This is maybe the best\u00a0most true thing about grief that has ever been written. Oddly, maybe, I found my feelings about the US election results tonight reminded me, a bit, of my feelings of grief when my mum died. 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Oddly, maybe, I found my feelings about the US election results tonight reminded me, a bit, of my feelings of grief when my mum died. That feeling that the world has been lessened, immeasurably\u2014that a light has dimmed\u2014yet on the outside, everyone is acting as if things are normal.<\/p>\n
\nPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
\nSilence the pianos and with muffled drum
\nBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.<\/p>\n
\nScribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
\nPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
\nLet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.<\/p>\n
\nMy working week and my Sunday rest,
\nMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
\nI thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.<\/p>\n
\nPack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
\nPour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
\nFor nothing now can ever come to any good.<\/p>\n