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 He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He 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 for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
These lines indicate the encompassing nature of the speaker’s love.  In the interpretation of ‘The Poetry Foundation’ the poem, published in 1936, coincided with a period of political upheaval preceding the Second World War.  Hence, the speaker’s sense of loss and security can be deepened by the political situation in Europe. 
 Critics have noted the role of Auden’s Anglican upbringing in the citing of the ‘working week’ and ‘Sunday rest’.  The loss and the chaos in the mind of the speaker can be interpreted as a loss of faith 
 “W.H. Auden: 1907-1973.” The Poetry Foundation.  Harriet Monroe Poetry Institute.
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