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One Art

30. november 2008


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.

Mai tea, niiväga hakkas meeldima see luuletus sellest filmist mida ma praegu vaatan aga ei viitsi
kavast järgi uurida et mis selle nimi oli:O Igatahes ma arvasin et see hull komöödia, aga tegelt
on hullult diip film ja I LIKE.

Rääkides asjadest mis veel meeldivad, siis silbe ka

Loe ka neid postitusi!

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  • Vasta P. 25. aprill 2010 at 08:36

    ''In her shoes''
    Ma vaatasin ka seda eile ja luuletus jäi mullegi meelde ja kohati kõrvu kumisema : )