Funeral Blues

by
Wystan Hugh Auden
 Funeral Blues
by
Wystan Hugh Auden
 Wystan Hugh Auden
• Wystan Hugh Auden was born in York, England, on February 21, 1907. He moved to
Birmingham during childhood and was educated at Christ Church, Oxford. As a young
man he was influenced by the poetry of Thomas Hardy and Robert Frost, as well as
William Blake, Emily Dickinson, Gerard Manley Hopkins, and Old English verse. At
Oxford his precocity as a poet was immediately apparent, and he formed lifelong
friendships with two fellow writers, Stephen Spender and Christopher Isherwood.
• In 1928, his collection Poems was privately printed, but it wasn't until 1930, when
another collection titled Poems (though its contents were different) was published,
that Auden was established as the leading voice of a new generation.
• He had a remarkable wit, and often mimicked the writing styles of other poets such as
Dickinson, W. B. Yeats, and Henry James. His poetry frequently recounts, literally or
metaphorically, a journey or quest, and his travels provided rich material for his verse.
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• He visited Germany, Iceland, and China, served in the Spanish Civil war, and in 1939
moved to the United States, where he met his lover, Chester Kallman, and became an
American citizen. His own beliefs changed radically between his youthful career in
England, when he was an ardent advocate of socialism and Freudian psychoanalysis,
and his later phase in America, when his central preoccupation became Christianity and
the theology of modern Protestant theologians. A prolific writer, Auden was also a
noted playwright, *librettist, editor, and essayist. Generally considered the greatest
English poet of the twentieth century, his work has exerted a major influence on
succeeding generations of poets on both sides of the Atlantic.
• W. H. Auden served as a chancellor of the Academy of American Poets from 1954 to
1973, and divided most of the second half of his life between residences in New York
City and Austria. He died in Vienna on September 29, 1973.
*librettist – one who writes the words for a musical work for the theatre (like that of an opera or other long work)
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•  ‘Funeral Blues,’ also known as ‘Stop all the Clocks,’ is arguably Auden’s most
famous poem. It was first published in ‘The Year’s Poetry’ in 1938.
• The poem is a morose, sad elegy that wonderfully describes the feelings
associated with grieving. It’s filled with clever twists and heart-wrenching
statements that give it a real poignancy, features that may explain the poem’s
enduring popularity. It showcases Auden’s poetic ability to relate to human
emotions.
"Funeral Blues (Stop All the Clocks)“
Summary
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, • ANNOTATIONS
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 wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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 Analysis of Funeral Blues
• EXPLANATION:
Stanza One
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.  
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Stanza Two EXPLANATION:
Lines 1-2
Let airplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message “He is Dead”.
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Stanza Two EXPLANATION:
Lines 3-4
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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EXPLANATION:
Stanza Three
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.
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Stanza Four
EXPLANATION:
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.
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Content
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Themes
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Form and Tone
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Poetic Techniques
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References
Funeral Blues (Stop all the clocks) - Poem Analysis
Funeral Blues (Stop all the clocks) Poem Summary and Analysis | LitCharts
A Short Analysis of W. H. Auden’s ‘Stop All the Clocks’ – Interesting Literature