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| author | Philip Wittamore <philip@wittamore.com> | 2026-07-12 11:08:50 +0200 |
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| committer | Philip Wittamore <philip@wittamore.com> | 2026-07-12 11:08:50 +0200 |
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diff --git a/articles/2026/Funeral-blues.html b/articles/2026/Funeral-blues.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000..31f4f9b --- /dev/null +++ b/articles/2026/Funeral-blues.html @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +<!doctype html> +<html lang="en"> + <head> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8" /> + <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0" /> + <link rel="stylesheet" href="/style.css" /> + <link rel="icon" type="image/x-icon" href="/favicon.ico" /> + <title>Funeral blues</title> + </head> + <body> + <header> + <h1>Bloggings</h1> + <a href="/index.php">Back</a> + </header> + <main> + <article> + <h2>Funeral blues</h2> + <h3>2026-05-07</h3> + <h4>A poem by W.H.Auden (1907-1973)</h4> + <p>This poem was read in the film "Four marriages and a funeral"</p> + + <p>I just stumbled upon it and wanted to write it down.</p> + + <code> +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 in 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 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. + </code> + </article> + </main> + <footer> + <p>§</p> + </footer> + </body> +</html> |