1:23:00
This is actually what I want to say:
1:23:06
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
1:23:11
Prevent the dog from barking
with a juicy bone,
1:23:16
Silence the pianos
and with muffled drum
1:23:19
Bring out the coffin,
let the mourners come.
1:23:25
Let the aeroplanes circle
moaning overhead
1:23:28
Scribbling on the sky the message
He ls Dead.
1:23:34
Put crepe bows round the white necks
of the public doves,
1:23:40
Let traffic policemen
wear black cotton gloves.
1:23:45
He was my North, my South,
my East and West.
1:23:50
My working week and my Sunday rest,
1:23:55
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
1:24:01
I thought that love would last for ever:
1:24:05
I was wrong.
1:24:11
The stars are not wanted now:
1:24:14
Put out every one;
1:24:18
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
1:24:23
Pour away the ocean
and sweep up the wood;
1:24:28
For nothing now
can ever come to any good.