Thursday, June 22, 2006

Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all

The Art of Losing [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.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

It seems to me that currently you're pre-occupied with the theme of personal loss. I hope you're struggling successfully with this issue, and judging by the hesitant, resigned tone of the poem, you may be forcing yourself to accept a grim fate which is not entirely to your liking.

Perhaps when you've TRULY lost everything, you'll TRULY find what it is you've been looking for...

J.T. Edwards

4:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

We bought a bouquet of flowers to put in the lovely vase.Does that mean we are missing you?

Hugs & Kisses....

4:54 AM  

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