If Its Lost, Let It Go

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.

Its a simple poem, beautiful and true. I read it and I understand, I connect. I wish to not lose what lies in my possession but understand the need to. To move on, to be more than what I am and to let go of the past. The poem features not on losing love, its how one loses a friend. Its about losing memories and gaining the ability to create more of them.

I first heard this poem in the movie "In Her Shoes" and it struck a chord in me. It fit somehow, it rang true to something in me that I was unaware of. I accepted that I had in the past, lost a friend, lost my trust, lost my smile and lost hope. I'd lost family and with it a part of me. And that maybe, it wasnt a disaster.

Signing Out,
Acknowledging A Loss


ishita-dasgupta said...

aawww! i luv dat poem!!!
as much as i luvd d movie!! :)

ishita-dasgupta said...

n ya...d post was sort of ok too.. :P

anty_anand said...

Sort of OK? dude, you're safe just coz its ur bday tomm..

ishita-dasgupta said...

haha! :P