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 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 woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden
My analysis:
I like this poem because it provides a really sad feeling. It is a mix between missing someone, regret, fear of change and sadness due to loss of a lover. There is a little bit of imagery in phrases like, "he was my north, my south, my east and west, my working week and my Sunday rest, …" These are set in the poem to show a picture of how things were and why now it is different it’s the human fear of change. Some objects and colors are used to set a feeling of silence, sadness and fear. This is seen in stanzas like the first one that has phrases like "stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone"
And silence the pianos and with muffed drums" or in the second stanza "let the policemen wear black cotton gloves." This poem has a lot of great examples of all kind of features of poetry.