by Elizabeth Bishop from The Complete Poems 1927-1979 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 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.
none of these will bring disaster
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3 responses to “none of these will bring disaster”
Faces, names, houses, books, music and cities transport into our internal geography, to become our fondest memories.
The art of loosing things…. a good thing to remind ourselfs of.
This is sad, but I thank you for being there for all these years. I remember all your locations, the two Toluca Lake ones and your present home. It was (is) a very special place.