Analysis of "Funeral Blues" and "In Memeory of W.B.Yeats"

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ANALYSIS OF
“FUNERAL BLUES”
And
“IN MEMORY OF W.B YEATS”
BY W.H AUDEEN
 

SUBMITTED BY
1620624 ŞÜKRÜ ÖZ
1620251 AHMET OKKAN

FUNERAL BLUES BY AUDEN
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with the juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and, with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin. Let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message: “He is dead!”
Put crepe bows around 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 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 come to any good.

Funeral Blues is about someone, we think, losing a loved one. It seems like a poem of passionate love for someone, for when they pass everything must stop as they did, die and never start again. Even the name of the poem suggest that death is the one of the painful feeling as the color “blue” represents a sense of grief and mourning. After each stanza we as the reader feel more involved and feel more grief for the person lost, it is a time of mourning. This feeling is demonstrated with a great breathtaking line at the end of the poem when he says 'For nothing now can ever come to any good.' When we lose someone by whose existence we feel relaxed and a sense of happiness, the world becomes unbearable and everything happening around us turns out to be dull and unimportant. We don’t sense any desire to wake up in the painful mornings knowing the fact that person we lost will be never in our life in the earthly eye. Auden conveys us all the grief and what an individual can perceive by the lost of beloved in a perfect and sensitive way. However, mourning is considered to be the beginning of the healing process. In experiencing a death of a loved one, you may go through an array of emotions that may include unbelief, shock, fear, overwhelmed, pain and loneliness. The length of time that it will take you to heal is unique to every person, we think because it is not the same process that getting over this pain. And “Funeral Blues” holds the set of emotions the mourning person go through.

In the first stanza, the speaker, who is a mourner, begins his extended exaggerated grievance by commanding that all the clocks stop, and all the telephones be “cut off.” He even wants to quiet “the dog from barking”—the dog with “a juicy bone.” He then commands piano players to stop playing and begin a funeral dirge with a “muffled drum.” Finally, in the last line of the first stanza, it becomes clear why the speaker wants everything to stop; everything seems to have stopped for him because his loved one has died: “Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.” In general, the persona cannot tolerate anything even daily matters with the pain of losing someone beloved. He doesn’t want to communicate with anybody. Accepting condolences is something he doesn’t feel to share at the eve of the funeral. The only thing he wants is that everything should stop functioning or happening around him for a moment so that he can feel the real grief inside him far away the noise and the dirtiness of the daily issues. After he senses his real pain of death and grief, he invites the people who can share his pain and mourn for the lost one. In the second stanza, he speaker/mourner expresses a wish that an airplane flies overhead and writes a message in the sky: “He is Dead.” He wants “crêpe bows” placed around the “white necks of the public doves.” And he wants to white gloves of the policemen to be replaced with black ones. The speaker is giving a ridiculous face to the world, because he feels so off-balance himself. He wants the world to reflect how he is...
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