One Art
BY ELIZABETH BISHOP
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.
Natašina
Čitaonica 2020.© Nataša Kasaš
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