A Found Poem about Friendship

I recently picked up a used copy of The Norton Book of Friendship, edited by Eudora Welty/Ronald A. Sharp. Here’s the inscription I found penned in elegant cursive on the first, blank page—transcribed exactly as written.

“Friendship is a miracle by which a person consents to view from a certain distance the very being who is necessary to him as food.” -Simone Weil

You, Richard,

My olive,

my artichoke,

my dark chocolate,

my raspberry sorbet,

my jalapena,

my gorgonzola,

and ah!

my clove of garlic

I love you —

Diana

After I’d smiled at the nicely equivocal line, “necessary to him as food”, I thought how this sweet little poem exemplified yet another advantage actual, enmattered books have over e-books. They’re friendlier.

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