Im in search of numerous poems on the topic of friendship and the loss of a friend (but not do to death). Any help would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.
Frienship's a name to few confin'd
The offspring of a noble mind.
A generous warmth which fills the breast
and better felt than e'er exprest.
From a cross stitched sampler of years ago
We live by approximation,
if this were our world
where every movement
toward my pleasure
were a movement
of her pleasure...
but it is not ours,
the acquiescence of flesh,
and we take sad consequence
from that unalterable fact.
we are made in and of it,
that is all.
yet both wanted
preservation from idleness,
a species of attentiveness.
if she watched the stars at night
it was only because
she watched the stars at night.
we have made, she said,
our own language
strange and uneasy.
"we live by approximation," Moon Hoc, SUNY Binghamton Workshop Collective (1986) ed. Jerome Rothenberg.
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thanks for the reply it was a great selection. any others?
thankyou for the reply. anything in a male form?
Thank you for the direction. Alittle long for my purposes but any others would be appreciated.
How about this one-
The Thousandth Man
by Rudyard Kipling
One man in a thousand, Solomon says,
Will stick more close than a brother.
And it's worth while seeking him half your days
If you find him before the other.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend
On what the world sees in you,
But the Thousandth man will stand your friend
With the whole round world agin you.
'Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show
Will settle the finding for 'ee.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em go
By your looks, or your acts, or your glory.
But if he finds you and you find him.
The rest of the world don't matter;
For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim
With you in any water.
You can use his purse with no more talk
Than he uses yours for his spendings,
And laugh and meet in your daily walk
As though there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em call
For silver and gold in their dealings;
But the Thousandth Man h's worth 'em all,
Because you can show him your feelings.
His wrong's your wrong, and his right's your right,
In season or out of season.
Stand up and back it in all men's sight --
With that for your only reason!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine can't bide
The shame or mocking or laughter,
But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side
To the gallows-foot -- and after!
THANK YOU SO MUCH. It is a perfect selection for my situation.
angels will blow there horn for the trees that does not grow ??? I would like to know the meaning ??? Please
Louise, does this question have anything to do with "poetry regarding friendship"? If not, perhaps you should post it as a "new topic" on the homework forum.