TOM HIDDLESTON READING FUNERAL BLUES - STOP ALL THE CLOCKS by W. H. AUDEN
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- Tom Hiddleston reading Funeral Blues - Stop All the Clocks by W. H. Auden. The poet had an interesting history with this poem. He first wrote it as a satirical piece for his play The Ascent of F6 (1936). However, after going through some personal heartbreak in 1937, Auden seems to have reconsidered his powerful verse: he included it as a sincere lament in his anthology, The Year's Poetry (1938), and again in a later collection, Another Time (1940). Subsequent readings have followed Auden's later, more mournful direction, notably by John Hannah in the film Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994) and in this recitation by Tom Hiddleston.
Funeral Blues
Stop All the Clocks
W. H. Auden (April 1936)
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 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.
Source: W. H. Auden, Selected Poems, 2nd expanded edition, ed. Edward Mindelson (Vintage Books, 2007): 48-49.
Read by Tom Hiddleston
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John Hannah's recitation of this in the movie Four Weddings and A Funeral is still the best.
Yes I agree! 😥 every time!
Is that a movie?
@@sowhat5399 Four Weddings & a Funeral is great film/movie, worth watching
John Hannah's perfect.
I concur with your sentiment 100%
Australia.
Anyone who reads this poem has my complete respect. Tom reads it very well
This is how it feels when someone goes that was loved by you. This is how I felt when the only one man that truly loved me died
Break my heart.....yet again and again
If there’s anyone here that’s lost someone please on behalf of them be happy and smile and love and live.
I love this reading. It is so powerful.
My Dad would have loved this. God rest him. He gave me my compass for this life. Missing you Jim bob on Fathers day.
Remembering your dad today. Thank you, Mick.
I love this poem, love WH Auden. When my beautiful black labbie died, we euthanised him at home with the vet, he’s buried in our garden, in his favourite spot. I listen to this poem over and over, by my boy’s grave. It brought me comfort and a sense of closure
So sorry for your loss .I am an old lady now and sadly no longer have any pets.I have however had over 14 black labs share my life over the years.They have all been different, yet very much the same in that they have been the most adorable ,loving companions anyone could wish for.
At the moment your pain is raw, and you need to grieve ,but I hope that in time you are able to welcome a new lovely lab into your life.
He won't be the same,but you will fall in love with him and he will help fill that doggy shaped hole in your heat.Bless you
@@twpsy634 thank you so much for your lovely words
@@annfox9721 Best Wishes to you.My last four labs were rescues of various ages.Sadly there are many out there as people don't give enough consideration to their needs as adult dogs.It is wonderful to see them respond to love and exercise etc.
Okay. I felt like I might offend someone by relating it to my dead cat (also black). It has been so hard. He was 15 and always here.
Wow, even though sad words yet such a beautiful peom. And hearing it read by Tom, whose voice is thee most soothing experience.
Funny that my teacher played this in my English Literature class- I WAS SHOCKED
This was the poem I had read out at my husbands funeral...
I am so sorry for your loss, Marie. God bless you.
RIP CHARLIE WATTS. I am at a loss for words-
Thank you. Thank you very much. DB.
There are no words...
Beautiful
I have to read this poem at a funeral on Saturday. I thought Tom would be a good teacher.
The Queen is dead Long live the King. The Like of her we shall never see agian My Queen My Sovereign RIP
Hiddleston is solemn and effective to be sure. And Auden, well, brilliant. Yet John Hannah's recitation of this in Four Weddings and a Funeral grabbed me and never let me go! When my daughter died fairly recently, way too young, of cancer, that was what I turned to0 Hannah's version of Funeral Blue's-and I sent it to my sister, who has not had or wanted kids0though she loves mine0-and it made her understand how I felt! So it helped in that way. It will always be there for me-truly, and it is a poem for the ages but it is regarding the immediate mourning of grief-at a funeral or memorial service, which we could have neither for my girl because her Dad had that very real broken heart syndrome and I had to get him to the hospital in our hometown and had to save his life. Her body was still in the morgue 3 hours away and it was so hard. He was too ill to have it and I had to protect him and take care of him-and her bewildered brother, who was like a terrific twin with her despite the big age difference between them. It is something one never "gets over", rather I believe it is a hard thing that will always be there and we must find a way to live around it, as she would definitely wanted. Sorry, folks, this is what I do. I go a thousand mph or am on STOP! I feel that this too shall pass and change into something different, but not having any kind of a service for her has made a tremendous difference in the way all of us have had to deal with our grief and C-PTSD, etc. from her loss. Beautiful inside and out and an artist and animal lover and kind, funny, smart, and true. Very true- knew herself! My joy, my heart, the one I got to spend the ,most time with . Thanks for indulging me. Best to ALL!
I too have lost a daughter, ts. Poetry, like all art, often helps us find ways to express the inexpressible. They can also help us mark solemn occasions. It is never too late to have a memorial service. In fact, researchers have found that marking small occasions, such as birthdays and memorials days (the day our loved one died) is helpful and normal. These small observances over the years give us a time and place for memory, tears and prayer. May you have moments of gentle memory amid your many tears in the long years ahead. When my daughter died, a friend sent this Celtic blessing to me, which I now send to you: May the beauty of her life be reflected in each tear that falls for her.
@@DavidBannonToday David, you had a "Jess" and I had a "Jenna". Jenna Rose to be precise. I had not read your 2nd reply to me when I wrote my sincere Thank you to you first. Please do accept my deepest and heartfelt thoughts of considerations on the loss of your precious one. A daughter- they are so 'daughter"-I believe you know what I mean, or else I'm being too obtuse! Don't mid being a little obtuse- good to confuse the one's who grate on ya'm don't cha know- (this is me having fun with words and ideas)-but really, I will now use the French phrase. Was that the Celtic blessing that you sent to me? I ended up on your actual site, and sorry, but I could not be sure I got it correctly. Please, for heaven's sake, let me know and receive the Celtic blessing that you so generous shared- I need it! I feel very fortunate to have happened upon your channel and have set it to follow and be alerted. I love that story about your Jess and the e year old recitation of the burly voiced Japanes man from the night before!! :). My daughter had an ear for accents and copying in her own way and it was delightful and funny! We played games where we would make up languages and words and have conversations with each other. So much fun- laughing and laughing and we could usually understand each other because of "talking with our faces" and eyes and gestures, too. My son tells me to this day that I "talk with my face." I have an ear for accents but often I know not that I'm doing it and have, I'm afraid, sounded as though I was making fun of, et's say randomly, an Italian waiter whom I ordered in an Anglo-Italian accent when I placed for order. One of many examples. I feel badly afterwards because I was not aware of doing it! Through the years I have tried sincerely to be more aware and would always , vbefor that, find a way to smooth it over with them so they realized I was not being saucy and unfeeling! I would hate it if that were the case. Once, my daughter fell and scraped her knee badly enough to need some Mommy medical attention- which I also did all the time as a kid-what a tomboy I was- I digress. I took her in the house and found the room in my Mother and Father-in-laws house where they kept the medical supplies.After we had washed it and dried it and were ready to continue with the rest, I told her that it might burn and I would blow on it to help but if she wanted or needed to cry it was fine. Just not to wiggle and make it hard, which of course she did not because she was brave. I ha said, "It is okay it you cry. After all, you are just a six year old little girl." She looked at me in a way that made me stop and said very distinctly, "No, I'm not I'm a 6 year old woman." And the way she emphasized woman- I'll never forget. And you know, she just may have been. Some nearly 50 year old memory that I cherish. There was not a day that ever went by that I don't have memories of her saying or doing something that I think of. She was working full time and going to school when the first of her illnesses hit, in her early 20's. I am very grateful to have found this site that you have so lovingly, truthfully, intellectually and emotionally hits the crux of the matter and also flutters around the main subject, with the delicacy of butterflies wings. Which we all know that if a butterfly opens and closes it's wings on the other side of the world, it has an effect on the other side of the planet- it feels a lot like that since my daughter died-that without her on this planet many things that did and were going to happen stopped. Thank you. Terri Spencer-Williams
@@ts-eu6mp Thank you for these lovely stories of Jenna. It takes some 4-6 years to put a death in perspective, counselors assure us, and even then many of us struggle to focus on the happy memories, the small joys that now mean so much to us. Harriet Sarnoff Schiff wrote in her book, The Bereaved Parent, that reviewing past mistakes with our now dead children is worse than worthless, it is harmful. Still, memory is part of grief. We remember all of our times with our children, the good and the bad. This is why I wish for each of us gentle memories. They may not all be of the happiest times, but if they are gentle, we may in rare moments find we can make peace with all that they were to us, and all that we were to them---and continue love them as they surely continue to love us. I believe that to grieve is to love. Thank you for watching the video on the French phrase, "You are missing from me." That video was inspired by an essay that I posted on my (not-for-profit) author page, which may be interesting to read. Here's hoping the link works: facebook.com/ddbannon/posts/pfbid02LteaAkuuKWw27MDEqMqC2pS4DEcC3dZffqWXQVvKVJuTzeuX1WGfKXczh9LsoZLul
Awesome
💕 nice, love this poem...💕
goosebumps. amazing
David my heartfelt gratitude for this recording.
Australia 2022
You are very welcome.
Amazing...
Wonderful words / Thank you Tom and thank you Hannah , You both said the words so well.
On forr weddings, for me this was the best bit, words, verse, DH , got this just right...fantastic.
Thank you for this.
You are welcome, truly.
I do hope W H Auden doesn't mind me rehashing his words...
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 Our Queen Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She was our North, our South, our East and West,
Our working week and our Sunday rest,
Our noon, our midnight, our talk, our song;
I thought that Our Queen 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.
W H Auden
Awesome reading!
Thanks for this abject beauty. Props to T.H.for magnificent rendering.
I suddenly lost my husband on the 14th march, and this is exactly how I feel. Night night Lenny xxxxx💔
Marvelous
The fella who wrote this...wrote a masterpiece..W.H.O.❤🎉
David Brannon, I was so bowled over by the response you so generously gave that I totally missed the Celtic blessing right in fort of me! Hope you did not think I was just a dolt! That is a beautiful saying and what you have said also touches my heart. I have it copied in a notebook now. Thank you. Blessings, Terri
No entiendo una mierda de lo que estás diciendo, pero aún así me gusta escucharte leer,es apasionante.💖💋
It’s about experiencing the loss when someone you love dies.
I miss her
I’m not crying…..
YOU’RE crying !!!
I dint know how my sister read it at our dads funeral. He wanted it read but man it was hard
Hey! If you like this song, you'll love the version by El Famoso y Grandioso!
Nice poem : more comma need Tom, as.
IT'S AN IRONIC POEM!!!!
RIP to me
Lest anyone forget or is not informed, Auden wrote this as a satire spoof on romantic poetry. After John Hannah’s movingly serious readings of it in Four Weddings & a Funeral, we find it hard not to take it as a serious romantic poem. To the gutter w Auden’s mocking of true romantic feelings, probably due to his failure record in his love affairs.
Yet each person's experience of any art is validated by that experience. A poet or a writer must let a poem go ... release it ... and it becomes what each person believes it to be.
True. I had such a hard time with that knowledge. I thought it also made jest of the upper class and their ceremony of death…Auden and fascism? Another item to delve into.
@@LG-dj9qr Really? How disappointing.
@@mckavitt13 my thoughts exactly.
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When reciting this poem I always seem to enter a Scottish accent or a churchillian tone .
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Good, but nobody beats John Hannah's reading.
Silence the Piamos.....!!! Please, pretty please.
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Awful..I think!