Monday, June 18, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
One Art
The art of
losing isn't hard to master;
so many
things seem filled with the intent
to be lost
that their loss is no disaster,
Lose
something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door
keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of
losing isn't hard to master.
Then
practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and
names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None
of these will bring disaster.
I lost my
mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last,
of three beloved houses went.
The art of
losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two
cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms
I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them,
but it wasn't a disaster.
- Even
losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I
shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of
losing's not too hard to master
though it
may look like (Write it!) like a disaster.
Elizabeth
Bishop
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