One Art
Okay-- let me begin by saying I should be doing work (belt test tonight, 8.02 p-set due wednesday, 18.03 test wednesday, 7.013 p-set due friday, 9.00 essay due friday... oi). That being said, what the hell. I think pre-Spring Break "screw it" attitude has just kicked in...
Do you guys remember this poem from one of those AP Class of Hell [a.k.a. English Lit -_-'] practice essays? Hehe... I remember I was in love with it, but everyone else thought it was dumb. *shrug* Oh well, what's new.
And guess what else? Elizabeth Bishop was born in Worcester [pronounced "wush-chster" here... even though Dorchester is still "dorchester" and not "dush-chster"... that one's been bothering me for a while now. :P], MA! That's only 46 minutes (according to Google Earth) away! exciting. :)
And guess what else else? Life is beautiful. Enjoy--
One Art
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.
Don't read too much into it... just something that's been floating around in my mind for a while. Back to work! >.
Do you guys remember this poem from one of those AP Class of Hell [a.k.a. English Lit -_-'] practice essays? Hehe... I remember I was in love with it, but everyone else thought it was dumb. *shrug* Oh well, what's new.
And guess what else? Elizabeth Bishop was born in Worcester [pronounced "wush-chster" here... even though Dorchester is still "dorchester" and not "dush-chster"... that one's been bothering me for a while now. :P], MA! That's only 46 minutes (according to Google Earth) away! exciting. :)
And guess what else else? Life is beautiful. Enjoy--
One Art
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.
Don't read too much into it... just something that's been floating around in my mind for a while. Back to work! >.