Obrigada à feira do livro de Lisboa. Fui lá passear com o meu pai e trouxe algumas pechinchas. Principalmente Poesia. Uma das aquisições foi o livro "Outro Tempo", de W. H. Auden (ISBN 972-708-728-0), que contém este poema que eu ADORO!!!! E, apenas, por 5€.

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 wood.

For nothing now can ever come to any good."

W. H. Auden

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