Saturday, November 10, 2007

Stop the clocks, She is dead!!

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 She Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She 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.

Helle - my love, my life, my hope - farewell.
One day we shall be together again.
I yearn for that day.

May you rest in peace.


Yorkshireminer said...

I sincerly hope that this is not a personal message

Mikael said...


I'm afraid it is.

My love died the other day.

Cheers for asking!

Yorkshireminer said...

Dear Micheal,
I am deeply sorry, what ever you say at a time like this always seem empty and hollow, it saddens me to hear about your loss. I am, sorry I would like to say some comforting words but I know that they will only sound like platitudes. I am deeply deeply saddened.

Deep Deep Regards

Yorkshire Miner.

Mikael said...

Thank you for those words YM. They are most appreciated.

pela68 said...

I'm so sorry to here this.

Your loss is in my thoughts.

Anonymous said...

Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality. ~Emily Dickinson

My heartfelt sympathy on your loss. May God be with you.

Exile said...

Sincere condolencies Mikael. I know there is nothing I can say.

My thoughts are with you.


Mikael said...

Thank you all.

Anonymous said...


My heartfelt condolences.
May God bless and keep Helle safe until you meet again.


Mikael said...

I would like to express my gratitude for your kind and comforting words and thoughts. It means a lot to me, that people whom I've never even met have reached out to squeeze my shoulder.

Funeral was today, so now the dreaded part is over. I must now pick up the pieces and move on.

Again, thank you all!!

Consul-At-Arms said...

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Dymphna said... is when the funeral is over that the infinite silence begins...

When my daughter died suddenly, I realized that if I could just keep having the funeral for the rest of my life, without an end, I would be okay.

But, of course, the funeral did end, and took part of me in its going.

Today is her older brother's birthday and he called to thank me for having him...I remembered the amazement, this absolute reality of that solid little bundle in my arms.

My experience of birth had one feature in common with your mourning: I could not understand how the world could keep turning, and people could go on with their daily routine in the face of this event...

I hope you devise rituals for your grief...they seem to be the only containers for emptiness.

Stop the clocks? Why they've stopped indeed. You will measure the years as before and after. When I see a casual date in a book or newspaper -- say, June 6, 2002 -- I think, "ah that was Before." All the Befores lie slumped against the implacable wall of After: May 8th 2003.

After is an infinite diminishment.

I would say to "go in peace," but where is there to go?

My prayers for the wrenching cruelty of mortality.

Mikael said...

Thank you so much Dymphna.
Please check your e-mail for my response. It's a little to personal to be posted here.

And again, thank you all for your thoughts and words.