aus gegebenem anlass
17. Januar 2007 um 23:56 Uhrstop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
[…]
put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
she 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.
[frei nach w.h. auden]