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Poems: Funeral Blues-W. H. Auden
Poems: Funeral Blues-W. H. Auden
Poems: Funeral Blues-W. H. Auden
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
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.