“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 ever come to any good.”
– Stop all the Clocks, a.k.a. Funeral Blues
April is National Poetry Month. Over the course of the month, I’ll be sharing with you some of my favorite lines from some of my favorite poets. Today, please enjoy this snippet by W.H. Auden.