Stop All The Clocks poem print with calligraphy detail

A beautiful, quality print from an original design hand finished with beautiful calligraphy.

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


FRAMING AND OPTIONS


Choose from our standard oak frames with gallery quality acrylic glazing, or oak poster hangers for a modern look.


OUR PROCESS

Your poem was originally hand finished with a dippy pen and pot of ink by Claire - a calligrapher with 15 years experience, specialising in popular modern calligraphy

Every poem title is scanned at high resolution to capture every nuance and hairline of the original calligraphy lettering. Final printing is presented on a soft white paper of archival quality (ie it will last for years and years!)

Ships worldwide from the UK. All international orders are sent with a tracked and signed for service where available.