Tuesday, August 16, 2022
Auden’s poem ‘Stop All The Clocks’ states it best on how much Justine will be missed. I fortunately met her and Jack when a mutual friend Jim introduced me to Tony while attending SUNY Binghamton, Harper College. My friendship with Tony introduced me to Jack and Justine and Jackie. Needless to say they were both like second parents to me. Justine was so loving and giving and like my Mom and Dad, she along with Jack hold a special place in my heart. Justine miss and love you♥️ Lucille
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'Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone'
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 for ever: 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.
W H Auden
