Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with mufled drum,
Bring out the coffins, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplane 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 woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
by W.H Auden
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Jul 8, 2010
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I am still in SHOCK.I haven't really been able to soak up the news from last week. His passing is too much of a shock to me. I usually don't feel particularly hurt when i hear these types of news, but Park Yong Ha's death have hit me hard because i've actually seen his dramas and I do enjoy his songs. THAT small feeling of temporary attachment makes me feel the loss even more. I am actually very excited to see Park's latest project with YEH, but i guess that'll never happen. It's such a loss and my heart goes for his family and friends.
You will be sorely missed. .
On a sad note, depression is really a very difficult illness to encounter. Only the people who are going through with it probably will know how it actually feels. Certainly i DO NOT wish for anyone to understand the pain itself.
Depression is a silent killer. . . . . . .
