Topic: Between friends

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Two Friends – David Ignatow

I have something to tell you.
I’m listening.
I’m dying.
I’m sorry to hear.
I’m growing old.
It’s terrible.
It is, I thought you should know.
Of course and I’m sorry. Keep in touch.
I will and you too.
And let know what’s new.
Certainly, though it can’t be much.
And stay well.
And you too.
And go slow.
And you too.

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Taking Leave of a Friend - Ezra Pound

Blue mountains to the north of the walls,
White river winding about them;
Here we must make separation
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.

Mind like a floating wide cloud,
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances
Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance.
Our horses neigh to each others
as we are departing.

 
 

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Friendship IXX  -  Kahlil Gibran


And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."

Your friend is your needs answered.

He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.

And he is your board and your fireside.

For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."

And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;

For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.

If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.

For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

Seek him always with hours to live.

For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed

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Prieteni

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Marin Sorescu

Hai sa ne sinucidem, le spun prietenilor mei,
Azi am comunicat atat de bine,
Am fost atat de tristi,
Perfectiunea asta in comun
N-o mai atingem noi
Si e pacat sa pierdem momentul.

Cred ca in baie e cel mai tragic,
Sa facem pe romanii cei luminati
Care isi deschideau venele,
Discutand despre esenta iubirii.
Uite, am incalzit apa.
Incepem, dragi prieteni, numar eu: unu, doi, trei...

In iad am fost oarecum surprins, pomenindu-ma singur,
Unii poate mor mai greu, mi-am spus, au mai multe legaturi.
Nu se poate sa ma fi pacalit: cuvantul inseamna ceva,
Dar timpul trece...

Mi-a fost destul de greu, in iad, va asigur,
Mai ales la inceput, stiti eram singur,
N-aveam cu cine sa mai schimb o vorba,
Dar incetul cu incetul m-am atasat, mi-am facut prieteni.

Un cerc extraordinar de sudat,
Discutam tot felul de chestiuni teoretice.
Ne simteam minunat,
Am ajuns chiar pana la sinucidere.

...Si iarasi pomenindu-ma singur in purgatoriu,
Cautandu-mi cateva suflete mai apropiate,
Desi sunt destul de suspiciosi
Purgatorienii - cu situatia lor neclara
Intre doua lumi -
O fata ma iubeste, e foarte frumoasa,
Aveam clipe de mare extaz - nemaipomenit, fantastic !

Si chiar imi vine pe limba sa-i spun...
Patit, o las pe ea mai intai,
Eu ma sinucid abia dupa aceea,
Dar fata face ce vrea si-nvie -
Si iata-ma singur in rai -
Nimeni n-a patruns aici niciodata
Sunt primul om, lumea exista ca proiect,
Ceva foarte vag,
In capul lui Dumnezeu,
Cu care chiar ma imprietenesc de la o vreme

Exista tristete la toate nivelurile
Dumnezeu e deznadajduit,
Ma uit in ochii lui goi si ma pierd in ei
El aluneca vajaind in prapastiile mortilor mele.
Comunicam de minune,
Doamne, cred ca am atins perfectiunea,
Tu mai intai,
Ce-ar fi sa lasam totul in intuneric ?