A friend on the notoriously

A friend on the notoriously untidy W.H. Auden: ‘I don’t see how you can be a prolific creative writer AND keep up a house and all its affairs’. Hear hear. (from a fascinating BBC documentary on the poet) Lullaby: Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away, Individual beauty from, Thoughtful children, and the grave, Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day, Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me, The entirely beautiful.