A celebration of friendship in all its aspects--from the delight of making a new friend to the serene joys of longtime devotion. Poems about best friends, false friends, dear friends, lost friends, even animal friends. These poems have been selected from the work of great poets in all times and places, including Emily Dickinson, W.H. Auden, Henry Thoreau, Shakespeare, Sappho, Robert Frost, Rudyard Kipling, Walt Whitman, and many others.
I always pick up these pocket-poetry books because they are easy reads and I have the hope that I'll find a golden poem that will forever be one of my favorites. First of all, I haven't found a golden poem yet. Second, even though it's a short read, it is EXTREMELY BORING. Some of these poems are so old or irrelevant (or both) to me that it makes me not want to read another poem again. Which is sad because there is poetry that makes you want to read more and poetry that doesn't. It always seems like a fifty-fifty chance of what you'll find next. Also, these poems seldom did pertain to friendship. You can find a better collection.
still searching for poetry that will be For Me. some of these poems i enjoyed but most of them i did not.
“such love i cannot analyse; it does not rest in lips or eyes, neither in kisses nor caress. partly, i know, it’s gentleness and understanding in one word or in brief letters. it’s preserved by trust and by respect and awe. these are the words i’m feeling for. two people, yes, two lasting friends. the giving comes, the taking ends. there is no measure for such things. for this all nature slows and sings.” friendship, elizabeth jennings
“come when you can: your room will be ready.” for friends only, w.h. auden
“housemate, i can think you still bounding to the window-sill, over which i vaguley see your small mound beneath the tree, showing in the autumn shade that you moulder where you played.” last words to a dumb friend, thomas hardy
“the last word this one spoke was my name. the last word that one spoke was my name. my two friends had never met. but when they said that last word they spoke to each other. i am proud to have given them a language of one word, a narrow space in which, without knowing it, they met each other at last.” two friends, norman maccaig
What a sweet walk through friendship and time in the words of the ancients, the great poets and our contemporaries. If there is anything dearer to the heart in life than an old friend I don't know it. And there's pretty good coverage of that experience. Lovely, though provoking, touching and bittersweet they run the gamut from Sappho to Cole Porter.
Not one of the best of this series. The poems are archaic and many made reference to specific friends or situations. Overall a more somber treatment of the theme than I had hoped for. There are few winners on here but there are not enough to justify reading the whole thing.
While it doesn't feature many poems from recent decades (published in the '90s), it contains a wide variety of poems. I liked it way more than I had anticipated!
I can probably count on one hand the number of truly deep and lasting friends I've had in my 38 years of existence, and though there were many years I wish I had many more, the ones I've found along the way have made many of the poems in this collection resonate with me deeply.
The first half of this collection (the book is broken into chapters such as: "What is Friendship?" and "Strangers" and "Looking Back") helped me understand this human bond—why some friends last and others don't, what is the hunger for companionship, and why we truly need other people. I know someday the poems in the later half, which focus on loss of friendship (primarily to death), will speak to me, but luckily I'm still learning about what friendship truly means. And this collection is special to me because it reminds me of some very special people I'm blessed to know—friends and confidants and even some very special cats.