Wednesday, October 3, 2012

James William McInrue 11/10/48 - 9/29/12

When someone that you love dies...sometimes it's hard to put your feelings into words...this poem by W.H.Auden says it all.

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 fore 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 upt the woods:
For nothing now can ever come to any good.



Marnie said...

My Heart Aches for you my dearest friend!

Kathi said...

Words fail at a time like this.

My heart goes out to you and your family. You are in my thoughts.

Anonymous said...

Our thoughts and prayers are with you Dianne, we are so very sorry for your loss. - Charmaine & Merci (your students at Craft Fancy)