Saturday, March 31, 2007

Midnight all day

Was reading through my old college notes the other day. Came across this poem by Elizabeth Bishop I used to love:

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.

Apt, isn't it?


Blogger spiderman! said...

apt kina janina...tobe kobita ta besh khaja...lekha r style ta hoyto bhalo hote pare...jodio shetao appreciate korte parlam content-wise...erokom kobita to aageo porechi ?

2:10 AM GMT+5:30  
Blogger Fortunata said...

She is brilliant stylistically. Have you ever seen such colloquial use of language in poetry? It's apt because of that, idiot!

5:01 PM GMT+5:30  

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