奥登《蓝调葬礼》
无意中在有道上查单词的时候看到“Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. ”这两句诗，当时就感觉心脏被击中似的，“怎么会有人写出这么精细入微而又形象的诗句”。
Funeral Blue Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bones. Slience 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 around the white necks of the public doves. Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my Nourth, my South, my East and West. My working week and my Sunday rest. My moon, my midnight, my talk, my song. I thought that love would last for ever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now, put out everyone. Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now are evercome to any good.
停止所有的时钟 切断电源 给狗一块浓汁的骨头 让它别叫 暗哑了钢琴 随着低沉的鼓 抬出灵柩 让哀悼者前来 让直升机在头顶悲旋 在天空狂草着信息他已逝去 把黑纱系在信鸽的白颈 让交通员戴上黑色的手套
他曾经是我的东 我的西 我的南 我的北 我的工作天 我的休息日 我的正午 我的夜半 我的话语 我的歌吟 我以为爱可以不朽:我错了。
不再需要星星 把每一颗都摘掉 把月亮包起 拆除太阳 倾泻大海 扫除森林 因为什么也不会 再有意味
