10 of the Best Poems about Friendship
The best poems for friends
Love may be a bigger topic for poets than friendship, but there are nevertheless some classic poems about friends and friendship to be found in English literature. Here are ten of the greatest poems about friendship, and poems for friends, that poets have come up with over the centuries.
Edmund Waller, ‘On the Friendship betwixt Two Ladies’. In this witty poem, Waller, a Cavalier poet of the seventeenth century, celebrates the close friendship between two ladies but also suggests that they are perhaps too close, and deprive themselves of male company (e.g. Waller’s). ‘Why so careless of our care, / Only to yourselves so dear?’ Not so much ‘hoes before bros’ as ‘sisters before misters’?
Katherine Philips, ‘To my Excellent Lucasia, on our Friendship’. Philips (1632-64), also known as ‘the Matchless Orinda’, was an Anglo-Welsh poet and translator in an age where few women had the chance to succeed at either. ‘To my Excellent Lucasia’ (Lucasia being the alter ego of Philips’ friend Anne Owen) is a poem of friendship but might also qualify as a lesbian love poem.
William Blake, ‘A Poison Tree’. Blake originally gave ‘A Poison Tree’ the title ‘Christian Forbearance’. The speaker of the poem tells us that when he was angry with his friend he simply told his friend that he was annoyed, and that put an end to his bad feeling. But when he was angry with his enemy, he didn’t air his grievance to this foe, and so the anger grew. The implication of this ‘poison tree’ is that anger and hatred start to eat away at oneself: hatred always turns inward, corrupting into self-hatred.
Henry David Thoreau, ‘Friendship’. Love and friendship often go hand in hand in great poetry, as Katherine Philips testifies. In this poem, the great American poet and essayist Thoreau considers the power of love and friendship and the ways that they elude our understanding, and, indeed, the language we use. Can we put into words how we feel about such overwhelming things?
Emily Brontë, ‘Love and Friendship’. Love and friendship, as we saw above, tend to form a natural double-act in classic friendship poetry, yet in this poem, the Wuthering Heights author – Brontë was also a gifted poet – contrasts the two: ‘Love is like the wild rose-briar, / Friendship like the holly-tree— / The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms / But which will bloom most constantly?’ As the Spice Girls would have it 150 years later, friendship never ends…
Emily Dickinson, ‘I should not dare to leave my friend’. David Sylvian, erstwhile lead singer of the pop group Japan, has set this poem to music, and it lends itself to song with its use of repetition and its trademark Dickinsonian quatrain structure, echoing the ballad form. What if a loved one who needed your friendship and support spent their dying hours without your help and comfort? This is the situation Dickinson considers in this poem about the importance of ‘being there’ as a friend.
A. E. Housman, ‘You smile upon your friend to-day’. This poem is from Housman’s first collection, A Shropshire Lad (1896), the volume that remains his most famous. Drawing on the familiar proverb ‘better late than never’, the poem is about love and friendship coming late in life to someone who has passed most of his life deprived of both.
Robert Frost, ‘A Time to Talk’. Told in Frost’s trademark direct and clear style, ‘A Time to Talk’ is a short poem about finding time for friends, to catch up with them and talk to them even when there is work to do. Frost’s poem is a reminder that we are social beings and that friendship and conversation are the bread and butter of our daily lives as much as honest toil.
Stevie Smith, ‘The Pleasures of Friendship’. A nice short quatrain from one of the twentieth century’s most brilliantly eccentric poets, ‘The Pleasures of Friendship’ celebrates spending time with friends – time which soon flies by.
Richard Brautigan, ‘Your Catfish Friend’. A remarkably tender poem which posits a hypothetical case: if the speaker were a catfish in the bottom of a pond, and the poem’s addressee were to come along, he would love her (him?) and be her (his?) friend. That explains the poem’s title, if not its rather surreal setup. Surreal it may be; touching it is.