{"id":178,"date":"2012-12-20T21:21:00","date_gmt":"2012-12-20T20:21:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hetismooieenraamtezijn.wordpress.com\/2012\/12\/20\/funeral-blues\/"},"modified":"2012-12-20T21:21:00","modified_gmt":"2012-12-20T20:21:00","slug":"funeral-blues","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/2012\/12\/20\/funeral-blues\/","title":{"rendered":"Funeral blues"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"background-color:white;font-size:small;\"><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">Silence the pianos and with muffled drum<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.\u00a0<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.\u00a0<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">He was my North, my South, my East and West,<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">My working week and my Sunday rest,<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.<\/span><br style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\" \/><span style=\"line-height:18px;text-align:justify;\">For nothing now can ever come to any good<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"background-color:white;font-size:small;line-height:18px;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"background-color:white;font-size:small;line-height:18px;\">&#8211;<i> W.H. Auden<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"font-family:inherit;text-align:center;\"><span style=\"background-color:white;font-size:small;line-height:18px;\"><i>speciaal voor de allerliefste mama<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.\u00a0Let aeroplanes circle moaning overheadScribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,Let the traffic policemen wear [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/178"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=178"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/178\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=178"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=178"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smien.be\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=178"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}