I lost two cities
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.
One Art ELIZABETH BISHOP
8 comments:
i find it hard to master, the art of losing. it does feel like disaster...
prima, vou roubar este poema para a lateral do meu cantinho de silêncios.
e vou também continuar à espera desses prometidos mails ;)
beijinhos!
I really like when people are expressing their opinion and thought. So I like the way you are writing
Hi!
I didn't write it. It's a poem called One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
The photos are mine
cheers
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Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
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