Letters to a Friend 



up some meal and dried plums to some deep 

 wind-sheltered canon back among the glaciers 

 of the summits, and write there, and be ready 

 to catch any whisper of ice and snow in these 

 highest storms. 



You anticipate all the bends and falls and 

 rapids and cascades of my mountain life, and 

 I know that you say truly about my compan 

 ions being those who live with me in the same 

 sky, whether in reach of hand or only of spir 

 itual contact, which is the most real contact 

 of all. 



I am learning to live close to the lives of my 

 friends without ever seeing them. No miles of 

 any measurement can separate your soul from 

 mine. 



[Part of letter missing.] 

 the valley was vouchsafed a single drop. 



After the splendid blessing, the afternoon 

 was veiled in calm clouds, and one of intensely 

 beautiful pattern and gorgeously irised was sta 

 tioned over Eagle Rock at the sunset. 



Farewell. I '11 see you with my common eyes, 



