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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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)
I was reminded of this poem when watching a DVD (not very intellectual but true!). Love it! Loss is hard...uncomfortable...obviously not just things or more importantly, people...but also illusions, ideals, plans and dreams. It's so confusing...disconcerting. I am reminded of the old Michael Card song "The Things We Leave Behind." I am finding that there is a certain freedom in loss...of stripping away the peripheral, the "shaft". We seek to fill up those empty places...with stuff...or self-righteousness...or clearly defined roles...easy answers...none of which truly reflect who we really are at our core beings. What I don't want to lose is that mystery...and the pursuit of discovering it.


