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In Memory of..

All those who died in the 9/11 attacks, and all those who subsequently died as a result of those attacks, I publish this poem, slightly adapted for all

Stop all the Clocks by 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 coffins, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message They are Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
They were the North, the South, the East and West,
Our working week and our Sunday rest,
Our noon, our midnight, our talk, our song;
I thought that their 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.