General Discussion
 Topics of or related to poetry. 

eMule -> The Poetry Archive -> Forums -> General Discussion

Goto Thread: PreviousNext
Goto: Forum ListMessage ListNew TopicSearchLog In
Mary C. Davies
Posted by: -Les- (
Date: January 24, 2004 09:58PM

This is Friendship
by Mary C. Davies

I love you.
Not for what you are,
but for what I am when I am with you.
I love you.
Not only for what you have made of yourself,
but for what you are making of me.
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
I love you for putting your hand into my heaped-up heart
and passing over all the frivilous and weak things that you cannot help
seeing there,
and drawing out into the light all the beautiful, radiant things that no
one else has looked quite far enough to find.
I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool in me
and for laying firm hold of the possibilities of good in me.
I love you for closing your eyes to the discord in me,
and adding to the music in me by worshipful listening.
I love you,
because you are helping me to make of the lumber of my life,
not a tavern, but a temple,
and of the words of my days,
not a reproach, but a song.
I love you
because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me happy.
You have done it
without a touch,
without a word,
without a sign.
You have done it by being yourself.
After all, perhaps this is what being a friend means.

This may be the source of the quote on the Lost Quotes page. Ms. Davies is a poet in her own right. The quote has been attributed to Croft and Browning. But this is the only "complete" text I have found. Perhaps Pam could check this out since I believe that the Davies library is in Pasadena.


Sorry, only registered users may post in this forum.
This poetry forum at powered by Phorum.