tswyk
His Cinderella
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I found this poem several months ago and have posted it here before. It seems to speak to me, on a deeply personal level. I think, in my life, I have become used to losing the things I hold dear - people, places, property. That doesn't mean it's easy, but maybe it's one of those things that you do get better at with practice.
What have you lost that was inportant to you?
How did you handle it?
Are you over it yet - will you EVER be over it?
Do you think we can actually MASTER "the art of losing"?
Discuss please!
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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.
"One Art," from The Complete Poems 1927-1979 ,
By Elizabeth Bishop
What have you lost that was inportant to you?
How did you handle it?
Are you over it yet - will you EVER be over it?
Do you think we can actually MASTER "the art of losing"?
Discuss please!
t
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.
"One Art," from The Complete Poems 1927-1979 ,
By Elizabeth Bishop