Monday, January 23, 2006

Dale Edmands RIP

The email from Dale's friend, Sharon, arrived last night. He passed away early yesterday morning, after a night of her sitting with him, holding his hand, singing to him. In his honour, I'm posting what is probably the most well-known poem written about death and loss, thanks to its use in the movie, Three Weddings and a Funeral.

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 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.

H. Auden

Art: Time Has No Limits by Chagall


Michael Parker said...

This Auden poem is so exceptional! It is such a fitting memorial for friends who pass on. My hearfelt condolences, Pris. Though we never like to see our friends suffer from cancer or illness, it is still hard when they pass on. Because we miss them. Their passing leaves a void.

Pris said...

So true, Michael. Anybody we care about leaves their mark on us. And yes, it's hard.

Berenice said...

This is sad indeed Pris. Dale was a constant friend to many. Death carries grief whatever the circumstances, whether expected or unexpected.

Michelle e o said...

Sorry for your loss Pris.

Pris said...

Berenice...yes, u knew him. know you're grieving, too. And Michelle, thank you, thank you.

Rae Pater said...

I've passed by here a few times, but not left a comment because I found it hard to stop and dwell on this sad event.
Dale was a talented poet a true friend and a good person.
His death is a sad loss and I can only hope he has found relief from his suffering in a more peaceful place.

Pris said...

Hi Rae
I know. I've reverted to every distraction method I can think of today.

Ellen M Johns said...

Such a sad day Pris. B and me spent a quiet and reflective afternoon after hearing the news, thinking about Dale and what he meant to so many people.I can't post anything right now on my own blog so I have shared yours and B's.

Pris said...

Hi Ellen
Glad you could post here. I still can't fathom that I won't get one of his cheery little e-cards in the mail when special things happen.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

sorry -- Andrew

Ellen M Johns said...

I had a panic yesterday,as I couldn't find a very special mail from Dale I had stored somewhere safe.
Eventually I found it and will always treasure what he wrote in that mail. I am so relieved.

Pris said...

I'm glad you found it. Dale usually sent me cards, which don't last, and a few emails before he moved out to the west coast, but I don't save my email, so...