Stop all the clocks

A very gloomy poem I encountered in my English Major class was one by W.H. Auden called "Stop all the clocks". In the poem, the speaker is talking about a lover that has died. They are calling for the halting of time, and asking for the silence that should come with death. They want the airplanes in the sky to write out the message of death, and for everyone to know what has been lost. 

I can see how many people would be able to relate to this. When a loved one dies, it is impossible. Life seems impossible. You ask yourself how you can live, how you can function, without that one person in your life. The last line of the poem, "For nothing know can come to any good", is the perfect phrase for how somebody feels when they lose someone so close to them. I think that's why I enjoyed this poem, because it's so real. With the arrival of death, you want everyone around to know how good the person was who is now gone, and sadly, you want everyone to know what it feels like, because that way someone else will know how hard it is to move on from loss.