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Drei Winterthurerinnen, 1822
[Three Women from Winterthur, Switzerland] by David Sulzer (1784 - 1864) |
Beautiful and rich is an old friendship,
Grateful to the touch as ancient ivory,
Smooth as aged wine, or sheen of tapestry
Where light has lingered, intimate and long.
Full of tears and warm is an old friendship
That asks no longer deeds of gallantry,
Or any deed at all - save that the friend shall be
Alive and breathing somewhere, like a song.
Eunice Tietjens (1884 - 1944)
from Leaves in Windy Weather
Funny thing, the longer we live -- and the more friends we lose, inevitably, along the way -- even that part about "living and breathing" seems optional and, frankly, just too much to ask. We'll simply have to settle for "somewhere, like a song."
As Walt Whitman kind of said oh so long ago:"We were together; I forget the rest."
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