Monday, January 23, 2006

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.

Another poem from In Her Shoes... To brush all the misdoings/losts with a joke or a "cool" I-don't-care-a-bit attitude may seem emotionally strong. It's actually a desperate attempt to hide, to ignore, to prevent people from probing into your inner self. How aptly this reflect me myself at times... Hahahaiz...

1 comment:

fattybombom said...

Nice...Do post all the nice ones u find...I didn't realise it's supposed to be funny untill the end. really depends on how u read it huh? Have u ever wondered why people hide? Why are they so scared? hmm...