One Art

This poem is also taken from the movie, "In Her Shoes". Just want to share it with you, in case you don't have the chance to watch the movie.

It is a nice movie, I must say. The movie may appear to be boring in the beginning, but with a little patience, the story line is getting better towards the end of it. You may find the movie is simple yet worth-watching (way much better than The Mummy 3 , I think, in which I expect more from it but unfortunately, what a big disappointment to me). OMG! I am carried away by this movie stuff. Okay, here's the poem. Enjoy.


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.

poem by Elizabeth Bishop