I'm usually utterly thick and dense when it comes to poetry, but this one, well...One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop
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 loved 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 disaster.
4 comments:
*Applause* in welcome for the new blog:D
And lovely poem.Lovelier picture.
It is true, isn't it, the more, the faster and further you lose, the quicker you get over it.
Aww, thangew!
Ohh, and do you know where I chanced upon the poem? The unlikeliest of places... does In Her Shoes ring a bell? :)
Yes yes, the dying English prof. and Ms. C. Diaz mastering elocution... :-<, I even remember movies I don't like, it would seem :|
quite like the poem tho :)
Elocution!!! Lol!!! Ok, I'll give you that :)
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