Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone…
““ Funeral Blues 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. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crêpe 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 for ever: 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.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A lament expressing profound grief, portraying the world as empty and meaningless after losing a beloved person
In simple terms: Loss makes everything feel hollow
Key Takeaway
Acknowledge grief, seek support
Themes
grief
loss
emptiness
Mood
sorrowful
reflective
Type
poetic
lamentation
When to use this quote
- funeral
- personal loss
- public mourning
Key Concepts
existentialism
mourning
love
Questions to Reflect On
- How does loss reshape your perception of daily life?
- What rituals help you process deep sorrow?
A Different Perspective
Grief can be overwhelming and may isolate the bereaved