'losing everything, it doesn't matter'.

Elizabeth Bishop
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.

a beautiful piece of art by Elizabeth Bishop. i admire her work. it's beautiful and meaningful. it's about loss and i guess Elizabeth Bishop wrote it as though losing didn't seem to matter though it really, truly did. and well, she is hurt, but she pretends it doesn't matter...

this poem was featured in the show: In Her Shoes. it's a rather good show. should catch it.

i hope this isn't the second time i'm featuring this poem on my blog =X i tend to do that alot... ha. nevertheless, enjoy the poem and let it seep in. it's wonderful. love it, like i do.