W.H. Auden’s – Stop all the Clocks & India.Arie’s Complicated Melody

W.H. Auden’s – Stop all the Clocks & India.Arie’s Complicated Melody

There are volumes of beautiful words written about life, death & relationships, but here are a couple of examples worth reflecting upon. The first is W.H. Auden’s powerful poem about death which communicates so well the anguish of losing someone close to you. Here’s what he wrote:

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos with muffled drum; Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let airplanes 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 policeman 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 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 oceans and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good.       W.H. Auden

From a contemporary standpoint, India.Arie (yes, that’s her name) has India written the lyrics to "Complicated Melody" which capture in a different way a loving description of another person. Here are a few of her lyrics which include these lines:

If he were a color, he’d be a dark forrest green; If he were a car, he’d be a long stretch limousine with room for all of humanity inside; Cause he is so giving and he is so wise…

If he were a building, he’d be a beautiful cathedral cause he’s so traditionally spiritual; If he were a dance he’d be complicated like a tango; But if he were a song he’d be a complicated melody.

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