Thursday, August 14, 2008

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone

by 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.

of all the poetry i've learned throughout those 5 years in university, i love this one the most

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The Hanging Darkness

the darkness and silence
a promise for things to change
not knowing
do you understand how it feels?
no, he said no.
and again confirmed, no.

i could see you in me
a resemblance of what used to be
i could dive in deeper and see
maybe catch the rare possibilities?

they died, stabbed by knives
or shot by guns
killed by fire
murdered by bomb
they died in gas chambers

the hope has gone
you can no longer hear the songs

what about those people?
he asked
those people under the trees
those people running across the fields
living and laughing
challenging and winning

those people continued to be there
an opposite of what being laid bare
a slave to colors and joy
not once they turned back
to see what is empty

as I continued walking
towards the hanging darkness
a hole
emptiness
i embraced the feelings
i hugged the soul
i asked again
do you understand now?
maybe he said maybe

Do You Remember?

we went there to search for something
to fill the gap
to close the hole

do you remember?
we looked at the blue sky
swam in the magical river
ran across the fields
played with the shadows
dine like there's no tomorrow

do you remember?
we climbed the hills
we climbed the stairs
we hugged under the stars
and slept in cold tents

do you remember?
our first encounter with seagulls
and trojans and bones walking down the dark street
attending dinner parties wearing dresses
danced and laughed along the 80s beats

relationships formed and deformed
beautiful moments.. suddenly gone

but it was a real journey
it filled the gap
and closed the hole