Friday, December 26, 2008

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!) a disaster.

-Elizabeth Bishop


Char said...

love the poem - I really loved how they used it in "In Her Shoes" too. thanks for reminding me of that verse.

Anonymous said...

te deseo feliz navidad, bonitas fotos.....

The Seeker said...

This is such a good poem, love it.

Hope you're having a nice Holidays season.


Dooder City said...

lovely poem!

Gran said...

It's a wonderful poem, Leigh! Happy holidays.

Anonymous said...

What an excellent poem.

I hope you had a wonderful christmas! xoxo

Agnes said...

Oh wow. Wow. I like it a lot.

I'm in Paris now waiting for my connecting flight...

You have a Happy New Year, Leigh :-)))

Chessa said...


vsmphotography said...

*Wow* what a beautiful blog... and your art is just AMAZING!
What a perfect time for beautiful words...

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