You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends, And how, how rare and strange it is, to finding a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends, (For indeed I do not love it ... you knew? You are not blind! How keen you are!) To find a friend who has these qualities, Who has, and gives Those qualities upon which friendship lives. How much it means that I say this to you-Without these friendships-life, what catcher!

Collected Poems