We could have been such friends, dear almost-friend! Each time we chanced to meet, how well we knew it. We smiled and stood together for a while, Swift impulse made us do it. Your hand reached out toward mine, your kindly hand, Or was my hand the first? What did it matter? We knew and shared the solitude of crowds, Lifting above the clatter. And then we parted. Well, the world is big -- And busy -- so are we -- and more the pity! Opinions grip us close; mine heal my heart, Yours fortify the city. Opinions! Principles! And both are good! Can two so disagree . . . and each be right? I wonder! Can the white you see be black? @3And can my black be white?@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO THOMAS MOORE (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PETIT THE POET by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE EXILE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA EPILOGUE TO LESSING'S LAOCOON by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE FINAL WAR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE PORCH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |