Thursday, June 15, 2006

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.

--Elizabeth Bishop



Reading this poem in In Her Shoes made me so blue again. How tiny things which supposedly are wearing an invisibility cloak usually pass by without notice or commonly shove into the back stage nowadays somehow always manage to trigger the melancholiness in me. It's like a disease or perhaps, a brand new addiction.? Is this the results of having too much free time for my brain cells to wander around.? Or the unrest mind and anticipating feeling as the day draws nearer and nearer.? Creating little thoughts all the time in this state of mind which is rather, gloomy.?

Oh! Where's the light.?

1 comment:

Pyin said...

darling!!! * hugs *

stop reading things that makes you depress!!! don't really like it when you feel down.. you're always happy all the time.. smile!! think of the happy times.. don't go down that lonely,sad road alone.. i'm always here for you~ * nods *

* hugs tightly * crap.. now my boobs shrunk 1 cm liao.. >_<