Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone

W. H. Auden

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.

Poem Lloyd read at Valerie’s graveside service


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Tribute to Valerie Joy Brunk Herzler for her memorial service on June 19, 2014

One of the most difficult things I have ever done was to write and then present this tribute for Valerie. In hindsight, I am so glad that I did it. From the day my dear sister was born in Palermo, Sicily, I have loved her and felt very... Continue →