Auden, James, Louis, Stephen, and "Kids Today"

Today remains 5 June 2007.

Kids today.

"James" and "Louis" claim the video following is "something I had to do for school".

Sure.

Everybody does beautiful music and poetry by W. H. Auden for a school project.



Here's the poem entire:

Funeral Blues (Song IX / from Two Songs for Hedli Anderson)

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.
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Auden's gone these many years, whom I never knew, but I knew his great comrade and friend, Stephen Spender, also now sadly gone.

On behalf: Kids, you done good.