Tea and Friendship: Sacraments 8 and 9

A dear friend wrote to us today, and having heard of our Advent blogging effort, gifted us a rare gem of a poem. We had never come across it before, and loved it so much that we resolved immediately on reading it to send it out as this evening’s missive.

We’re drinking Forever Nuts this evening, as prescribed by the calendar. We know it well, the larder is full of it. People give it to us so that we won’t have to ration the last of our beloved ‘Crumble Tea.’ But the Crumble Tea is sacred to the Anglican Inquisition and only to be drunk when it is in session, so still we hoard it. In the meantime we make do with Forever Nuts.

It isn’t the same, the store is wrong about that; it’s too light, a herbal tisane with no underlying tea to balance the apple and cinnamon sweetness of it. If Crumble Tea (they called it Mom’s Apple Pie) was crumble in a cup, this is perhaps an apple turnover in a cup. Not wildly different, but not the same either. It’s still a good herbal tea though, a lovely way to round off a meal. And it tastes of autumn, confirming the serendipity of this gift by our friend back in St Andrews. It’s longer than we’d usually post, so pour a cup of tea, or something of your own choosing, and take a quarter hour to enjoy it.

Poem in October

Dylan Thomas

It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
Priested shore
The morning beckon
With water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
Myself to set foot
That second
In the still sleeping town and set forth.

It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
Priested shore
The morning beckon
With water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
Myself to set foot
That second
In the still sleeping town and set forth.

My birthday began with the water-
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
Above the farms and the white horses
And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.
High tide and the heron dived when I took the road
Over the border
And the gates
Of the town closed as the town awoke.

A springful of larks in a rolling
Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling
Blackbirds and the sun of October
Summery
On the hill’s shoulder,
Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly
Come in the morning where I wandered and listened
To the rain wringing
Wind blow cold
In the wood faraway under me.

Pale rain over the dwindling harbour
And over the sea wet church the size of a snail
With its horns through mist and the castle
Brown as owls
But all the gardens
Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales
Beyond the border and under the lark full cloud.
There could I marvel
My birthday
Away but the weather turned around.

It turned away from the blithe country
And down the other air and the blue altered sky
Streamed again a wonder of summer
With apples
Pears and red currants
And I saw in the turning so clearly a child’s
Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother
Through the parables
Of sun light
And the legends of the green chapels

And the twice told fields of infancy
That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.
These were the woods the river and sea
Where a boy
In the listening
Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy
To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.
And the mystery
Sang alive
Still in the water and singingbirds.

And there could I marvel my birthday
Away but the weather turned around. And the true
Joy of the long dead child sang burning
In the sun.
It was my thirtieth
Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon
Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.
O may my heart’s truth
Still be sung
On this high hill in a year’s turning.

 

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