What is the extended metaphor in the poem 'Funeral Blues'?
Turn off the clocks and cut the telephone cords.
Give the dog a juicy bone so it stops barking.
Make the pianos stop playing and then bring out the coffin and the mourners, accompanied only by a quiet drum.

Let airplanes fly sadly over us and write “He is Dead” in the sky.
Put black bows around the white necks of the pigeons in the street.
Make the traffic cops wear black gloves.

He was everything to me: all the points of the compass. He was my work week and my day off. He was every hour of my day, present in everything I spoke or sang. I thought our love would never end. That wasn't true.

I don’t want to see the stars anymore: put out their lights. Take the moon out of the sky and take the sun apart. Pour the ocean down the drain and sweep the forest away. Nothing good can ever happen again.

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paynelove19 paynelove19 · Answer 1 · 2021-11-25T22:06:51+01:00

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1. 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.

(The speaker is sad)

2. Let aero planes 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.

(Someone died)

3. 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 speaker is saying that this person was everything to them.)

4. 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.

(He thinks that everything should disappear)