" At the end of the war a tombstone white bore the name of the recent deceased. An Epitaph Drear "A Fool Lies Here Who tried to out-hustle the East." (I read this poem years ago and all I can remember is this stanza. I can't remember the Poet but it might be Kipling or Keats but can't seem to find it. Could anyone help me out?
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 06/19/2005 01:37AM by StephenFryer.
Poem read on Four Weddings and a Funeral
Here you are Gigi:
Funeral Blues
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 woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-- W.H. Auden
Thanks so much for coming up with the poem that was stuck in my mind all these years. It's really appreciated. Thanks again!!! for coming up with "A Fool Lies Here"