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{"id":513,"date":"2018-02-15T22:32:52","date_gmt":"2018-02-16T02:32:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=513"},"modified":"2018-02-15T22:33:30","modified_gmt":"2018-02-16T02:33:30","slug":"funeral-blues-by-wh-auden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=513","title":{"rendered":"Funeral Blues by WH Auden"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"mp3jWrap_0\" class=\"mjp-s-wrapper s-graphic unsel-mjp \" style=\"font-size:18px;\"><span id=\"playpause_wrap_mp3j_0\" class=\"wrap_inline_mp3j\" style=\"font-weight:700;\"><span class=\"gfxbutton_mp3j play-mjp\" id=\"playpause_mp3j_0\" style=\"font-size:18px;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>&nbsp;<span class=\"group_wrap\"><span class=\"bars_mp3j\"><span class=\"loadB_mp3j\" id=\"load_mp3j_0\"><\/span><span class=\"posbarB_mp3j\" id=\"posbar_mp3j_0\"><\/span><\/span><span class=\"T_mp3j\" id=\"T_mp3j_0\" style=\"font-size:18px;\">Funeral Blues by WH Auden<\/span><span class=\"indi_mp3j\" style=\"font-size:12.6px;\" id=\"statusMI_0\"><\/span><\/span><span class=\"vol_mp3j flipped\" id=\"vol_mp3j_0\"><\/span><\/span><\/div><span class=\"s-nosolution\" id=\"mp3j_nosolution_0\" style=\"display:none;\"><\/span><script>\nMP3jPLAYLISTS.inline_0 = [\n\t{ name: \"Funeral Blues by WH Auden\", formats: [\"mp3\"], mp3: \"aHR0cDovL29mdGhld2Vlay5vcmcvcG9ldHJ5L3dwLWNvbnRlbnQvdXBsb2Fkcy8yMDE4LzAyL0Z1bmVyYWwtQmx1ZXMtU3RvcC1hbGwtdGhlLWNsb2Nrcy1ieS1XSC1BdWRlbi1TcG9rZW4ubXAz\", counterpart:\"\", artist: \"\", image: \"\", imgurl: \"\" }\n];\n<\/script>\n\n<script>MP3jPLAYERS[0] = { list: MP3jPLAYLISTS.inline_0, tr:0, type:'single', lstate:'', loop:false, play_txt:'&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;', pause_txt:'&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;', pp_title:'', autoplay:false, download:false, vol:75, height:'' };<\/script>\n<p><em>Read by Tom O&#8217;Bedlam<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,<br \/>\nPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,<br \/>\nSilence the pianos and with muffled drum<br \/>\nBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.<\/p>\n<p>Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead<br \/>\nScribbling on the sky the message &#8216;He is Dead&#8217;.<br \/>\nPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,<br \/>\nLet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.<\/p>\n<p>He was my North, my South, my East and West,<br \/>\nMy working week and my Sunday rest,<br \/>\nMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;<br \/>\nI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.<\/p>\n<p>The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,<br \/>\nPack up the moon and dismantle the sun,<br \/>\nPour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;<br \/>\nFor nothing now can ever come to any good.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Read by Tom O&#8217;Bedlam 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 &#8216;He is Dead&#8217;. Put crepe bows round the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-513","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-audio"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/513","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=513"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/513\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":514,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/513\/revisions\/514"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=513"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=513"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=513"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}