I was rather amused the other day to read this quote by the poet W.H. Auden:
“We are here on earth to do good unto others. What the others are here for, I have no idea.”
Auden’s poetry certainly does me good. However, if I never hear Funeral Blues (Stop All the Clocks) again—the poem read by John Hannah in Four Weddings and a Funeral—it will be too soon! Read it, yes. Hear it at funerals, no! A friend of mine, an actor and Anglican priest (a rather marvellous combination and a rather marvellous friend), says there has been no lessening in the number of funerals using Funeral Blues or, for that matter, Robbie Williams’ Angels. No comment!
The Auden I love above all else is Night Mail. Predictable of me? Perhaps. Give yourself a treat…
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