Poem for the week:

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.

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This is one poem I would read over and over again especially when I’m in the process of grieving for the lost things in my life. Things change, people change. Minds and hearts change. What was yesterday is what isn’t today. Love between people changes. Families change.  Things are lost and then found only to lose again.

Every loss feels like a disaster especially if it’s something you have invested your heart and soul into. But like Elizabeth Bishop said, ” The art of losing isn’t hard to master.” All I need is to be reminded that everything must and can be bearable.

Thanks for all the good times.

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