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