Looking for a particular poem

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IIRC it asks why or how everything can be going on while he is dead. Something about stopping the clocks, I think?

I need it. It's how I'm feeling right now. Please help me find it.

It's by wh Auden and called stop all the clocks

Hope it helps somewhat

Funeral blues by WH Auden.

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Funeral Blues

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 crepe 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 forever: I was wrong.

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.

Yes, that's it. Thank you.

He wasn't my love. He wasn't even mine to love. He's someone else's lover/father/grandfather. But he touched my life and made it good. I owe him so much.

How can the world just continue as normal when such a goodness has gone from it?