« 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 for 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 up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good. »
I love this poem this is why me and Simon decided to sing this poem, this afternoon we have find a melody and we are abble to play this song !
be ready to play it on Monday !
It’s true that poems are a beautiful way to express oneself.
This poem is very touching. I like this!
I like this poem, it’s very touching !
We have work only one time one this new song, that was wednesday, i think we are not exactly ready :/
Oh really good idea!
I’m impatient to hear that !!
It’s a really beautful poem ! I can’t wait to hear it !
Well, I am not fascinated by poetry but this subject is really different compared with all that we have already made, that’s why I think it’s could be interesting
I am completely of agreement with you on all the points, Laura. I liked much too!
And I think that can be very cool that Nicolas and Simon can exploit a melody for this poem!
Indeed it is a touching poem.
This poem makes me feel exactly like you: little but important. And I really like this poem.
I agreed with you.
This poem touched me too
Sometimes we forget who we are, but thanks to this poem, we remember
it doesn’t matter…don’t be shy …
This poem is touching, I love it, and I love poetry ! And I am impatient to hear the version in music of Simon and Nicolas!