Monday, November 23, 2009 @ 5:38 PM
I guess less work means more time to think.
Which is bad.
Now I kind of finally know how I ended up in so much matters.
Occupy time.
Sometimes you do things so much,
You forget why you do them.
And perhaps ___ is just one of them.
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One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
dedicated to jl:
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 beloved 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!) a disaster.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________I wanted to write my own poem,But somehow I just can't.
No, losing isn't hard to master.I've lost, and I'm just going to lose it again.No big deal huh.