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(8 February 1911 – 6 October 1979 / Worcester, Massachusetts)

One Art

Poem 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.

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The art of loosing and acceptance of decay is as it may. The inverse of boiling the lobster alive... Indeed a disaster. With unavoidable phases, no predictability mingled in a tapestry of danger, fight or flight, stay or depart, an art without reliable treaties or crush courses.
The final twist is superb. The poem maintains it’s tempo till the end.
i love this poem it kind of reminds me of joker kind of edgy like that. im kind of like the joker in a lot of ways and this poem really resonates with me. im kind of insane if you dont know me and a lot of times people just dont understand the pain, ha ha. But this poem is perfect for me and i really like it thanks langston hughes for this master piece.
Where is Mother to Son by Langston Hughes
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