Thursday, 6 May 2010

The Art of Losing

I heard this poem years ago, when I saw a movie, which is I forget what title it has. There is a scene when the main role reading this poem to an elder person she takes care of. This poem was written by Elizabeth Bishop, originally titled One Art.

By posting this poem in my blog, I do not mean to break copyright stuffs or something, but to share it with you, the beauty of losing. And as a reminder, that everything we loved in this world, when the time comes, will be taken away. What will remain, is the beauty of sharing the events with whom we love.

As a credit, I copy from another website. So.. enjoy the poem..

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 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.