Epic Love

This is from one of my Top 5 RomCom picks of all time. I remember bawling in the movie when I heard this (Bonus points – which movie? Without Googling it!). I have the clip below.

Funeral Blues

W.H. Auden

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. 

Love that deep, chiseled under the skin, life unimaginable without it. Yes. So did you figure out which movie?

No?

Not yet?

Now?

Ok, here it is.

I swear. I still cry.

Remake time. Sing it to me Ed.

Ok I have to include this one too. It came on right after the Ed Sheeran one and I love it.

Published by miasotowrites

Wannabe Writer Tired Mother Aspiring Slacker

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