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Funeral Blues

Funeral Blues


by W. H. Auden

Funeral Blues Language and Communication Quotes

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Quote #4

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song (11)

The speaker switches back to talking about the private sphere. His beloved meant everything to him. He says that he actually formed the speaker's communication itself—his talk, his song.

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