Alicia Keys - Like You'll Never See Me Again

The Song

The Song 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 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 forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out everyone, 
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.
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 forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out everyone, 
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.

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The poem discusses of a one which the author seems to deeply love. 
There is a certain humorous gesture, provided to the comment, using
words of pleasantry such as; "prevent the dog from barking with a juicy
bone..."  As the poem follows through, it gradually deepens its meaning
into more serious use of words like silence the pianos, pack up the moons,
or dismantle the sun.
The first two stanzas talk of the actions being taken when he finally came
to his senses that she is dead.
The third verse explains of his realization and how much she meant 
everything to him.  The final strophe progress more into his emotions.
He express his words using figurative languages like personifications.

To James' Father.

For The Love of My Life, James Halligan