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

i carry your heart

i carry your heart with me (i carry it inmy heart)
i am never without it (anywherei go you go, my dear;
and whatever is doneby only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

e.e. cummings

shooting stars came
one by one
each shining bright
though each stained inside.

so all came and stayed
a constellation formed
marvelous, fabulous
sheer joy, a sight to behold.

though time and space
of formation is rare
its splendid in exchange
and everytime anticipated.

when is next shooting of stars?
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