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.
~ I am in love with this poem. It is one of the poems that makes you read it on and on. Firstly, the poem tells us that even the art of losing is hard to deal with, it happens to everyone and everyone gets used to its pain. Everyone will lose something as time passes by, but in the end they just have to let it go. You will lose places, names, things etc. Nevertheless, in the end Elizabesh shows us that people will come to a point in their life that they will lose greater things but still I think "the art of losing isn't hard to master".
"All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'." ~ Elizabeth Bishop
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