Thursday, February 07, 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 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.
- Elizabeth Bishop
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I miss lit.
:(
I never knew i could miss an academic subject like that. but i guess it was because i loved lit all along so it was never really an academic thing but a passion that i was allowed to (luckily) pursue as a subject...
nothing can be compared to reading a piece of prose, a poem or coming across a phrase that captures your imagination or even better, a feeling or emotion that has been eluding you for ages; simply because you can't find the words to put it in..
sigh
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
