Friday, July 31, 2009

My mojito patch with rose at my now former residence. (I will return to harvest when I go back and get my bike and Weber grill.)

I think the author took an extended holiday from the blog. The book meme tag from facebook had me returning to some familiar haunts. This is one of my favorites.

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.

by Elizabeth Bishop

1 comment:

Churlita said...

Let me know when you're having your Mojito party. I'm there.

Beautiful poem.