Bishop
was a perfectionist who did not write prolifically, preferring instead to spend
long periods of time polishing her work. She published only 101 poems during her lifetime.
Extraído de su biografía publicada en Poetry Foundation
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.
Elizabeth Bishop
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