Yesterday I missed my friend.
Today I found a new one.
Both because of poetry. Last night I was excited by Mona Van Duyn's
"Letter From a Father" and the end of Howard Nemerov's "The Blue Swallows":
O swallows, swallows, poems are not
The point. Finding again the world,
That is the point, where loveliness
Adorns intelligible things
Because the mind's eye lit the sun.
I still miss my friend. But not as sorely.
And though nothing can fill the longing for a friend--a stack of poetry, new classical music from the library, tea, Grey's Anatomy in a room full of sisters and friends (at long last!!!) and new friends help asuage her absence.
(note--though this may sound like a friend died, as I realized upon rereading, she is actually only abroad, and as I was abroad last semester I haven't seen her much. And she is someone I was used to having around and now I have to become reacquainted to DG and campus in a new way.)
(this was not supposed to be sad--only, perhaps, a touch melancholic. Really, I am excited by the poetry and the music.)