Felicissima Notte!

The best gift over the holiday period was to spend time with family and friends sharing the abundance of  Towerwater with them. 

 

Supper  with Friends

One of my favourite poems by W H Auden is ‘For Friends Only’ written in 1964. I found it so incredible that the poem written about his farmhouse in  Kirchstetten, Austria could have been written for Towerwater in Bonnievale if you replace the sugar-beet with vines and orchards.

The poem is part of the collection "About the house” where each poem was dedicated to different friends and “For Friends Only" was written about the guest room.

 

Guest Bedroom

For Friends Only

Ours yet not ours, being set apart

As a shrine to friendship,

Empty and silent most of the year,

This room awaits from you

What you alone, as visitor, can bring,

A weekend of personal life.

In a house backed by orderly woods,

Facing a tractored sugar-beet country,

Your working hosts engaged to their stint,

You are unlike to encounter

Dragons or romance: were drama a craving,

You would not have come.

Books we do have for almost any

Literate mood, and notepaper, envelopes,

For a writing one (to "borrow" stamps

Is the mark of ill-breeding):

Between lunch and tea, perhaps a drive;

After dinner, music or gossip.

Should you have troubles (pets will die

Lovers are always behaving badly)

And confession helps, we will hear it,

Examine and give our counsel:

If to mention them hurts too much,

We shall not be nosey.

Easy at first, the language of friendship

Is, as we soon discover,

Very difficult to speak well, a tongue

With no cognates, no resemblance

To the galimatias of nursery and bedroom,

Court rhyme or shepherd's prose,

And, unless spoken often, soon goes rusty.

Distance and duties divide us,

But absence will not seem an evil

If it make our re-meeting

A real occasion. Come when you can:

Your room will be ready.

In Tum-Tum's reign a tin of biscuits

On the bedside table provided

For nocturnal munching. Now weapons have changed,

And the fashion of appetites:

There, for sunbathers who count their calories,

A bottle of mineral water.

Felicissima notte! May you fall at once

Into a cordial dream, assured

That whoever slept in this bed before

Was also someone we like,

That within the circle of our affection

Also you have no double.

 

W H Auden 1964

Books for Every Taste

 I can understand why W H Auden shed tears of joy after he bought the farmhouse because it was the first property he owned.