In the canon
Funeral Blues
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1938
- Pages
- Pages 1
A mourner demands the whole world stop for a death, clocks, telephones, dogs, sun and stars, because the person who was every direction on the compass is gone.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
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