One Art

This is a poem by Elizabeth Bishop which I got when I watched the movie "In Her Shoes" and I think I'm kinda dedicating this post to Jess because after reading her post (Everbody's Changing), I suddenly remembered this poem. It's kinda hard to understand if you're only looking at the poem but if you read between the lines, you can actually feel the sorrow Bishop must have felt as she talked about losing things and eventually, people. For me, this is the sorrow of someone who have had a terrible life filled with loss and disappointment to an extent where she feels none of these matters anymore, even losing a friendship.
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The art of losing isn't hard to master;
So many things seemed filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something everyday. 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.
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