01 June 2010

The Words that Go with a Heart

I was reading Susan's post on meeting Seamus Heany, when my mind started wandering. I started counting the poets who had taken me on journeys. People I wished to meet, and cried when I learned of a few deaths. Pablo Neruda, Sheldon Silverstein, Charles Bukowski, Ted Hughes, Sylvia Plath and this one poem by Elizabeth Bishop.

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.

2 comments:

Susan Deborah said...

Feel honoured to find mention here. I love Neruda, Bukowski, Hughes as well. Plath: mixed feelings and Bishop: the like factor keeps changing.

But I like the one you have quoted here.

Joy always,
Susan

Samyuktha P.C. said...

Hey Susan,

Thanks for always keeping alive 'conversations' in this blog for me. I know many read, but I always look forward to your comment.

As for Plath, my favourites are a few, but those that impacted me very early in life.

Let me take you to my old page of unlearned poetry here: http://allpoetry.com/Samyuktha%20P.C.

And for Plath, I love this: http://www.angelfire.com/tn/plath/arrival.html

I love poems that speak stories.

Love you,
Sam.