Poetry Corner!
Today, I've been thinking about how lucky I am in my friendships both old and new. So, in my recent search through bartleby.com, it should come as no surprise that I would use the word "friends" as my search term.
One of the first poems that popped up seemed a bit morbid at first glance. However, having read it through to the end, I found that it actually expressed the sentiment that many of us have voiced to each other in the past: it doesn't really matter where we end up--either in this life or the next--as long as we're together.
Thus, in honor of all my good friends--those still with me in this life and those who have gone on to the next--I give you.....
The Two Friends By Charles Godfrey Leland I have two friends-two glorious friends-two better could not be,And every night when midnight tolls they meet to laugh with me. The first was shot by Carlist thieves-ten years ago in Spain.The second drowned near Alicante-while I alive remain. I love to see their dim white forms come floating through the night, And grieve to see them fade away in early morning light. The first with gnomes in the Under Land is leading a lordly life,The second has married a mermaiden, a beautiful water-wife. And since I have friends in the Earth and Sea-with a few, I trust, on high,’T is a matter of small account to me-the way that I may die. For whether I sink in the foaming flood, or swing or the triple tree,Or die in my bed, as a Christian should, is all the same to me.
One of the first poems that popped up seemed a bit morbid at first glance. However, having read it through to the end, I found that it actually expressed the sentiment that many of us have voiced to each other in the past: it doesn't really matter where we end up--either in this life or the next--as long as we're together.
Thus, in honor of all my good friends--those still with me in this life and those who have gone on to the next--I give you.....
The Two Friends By Charles Godfrey Leland I have two friends-two glorious friends-two better could not be,And every night when midnight tolls they meet to laugh with me. The first was shot by Carlist thieves-ten years ago in Spain.The second drowned near Alicante-while I alive remain. I love to see their dim white forms come floating through the night, And grieve to see them fade away in early morning light. The first with gnomes in the Under Land is leading a lordly life,The second has married a mermaiden, a beautiful water-wife. And since I have friends in the Earth and Sea-with a few, I trust, on high,’T is a matter of small account to me-the way that I may die. For whether I sink in the foaming flood, or swing or the triple tree,Or die in my bed, as a Christian should, is all the same to me.