Napoleonbakelse och nederlag
Jag upplevde båda denna vecka
En dammsugare och två miljöpartister
Båda var gröna när jag kom dit
Budapeststubbe och ensamhet
Den ena räckte längre än den andra
Jag beställde en prinsessbakelse
Men fick ingen tron tillbaka
En kanelbulle på fatet
Och resten av eftermiddagen
Konditori - Hjortronhyllan
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 wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Nothing Gold Can Stay- Robert Frost
