I Thought That Love Would Last Forever – I Was Wrong
For my aunt who passed at 2:10 A.M.
For my grandfather – March 19th
For my uncle on his 60th birthday in June.
For my friend after her cancer had gone into remission.
For LeRoi Moore.
For the dozens of people we lost this year, and in hope that we don’t have another year like this for a long time, if ever, again, my favourite poet with one of my favourite poems.
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 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 woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.