One Art By Elizabeth Bishop

          Puisi ini bukan bikinan gue, tapi sebuah karya dari Elizabeth Bishop yang pertama kali gue denger waktu nonton film In Her Shoes beberapa tahun lalu. Menurut gue isinya dalem banget dan langsung menyentuh zona sensitif di hati gue *jiaaah*

Please enjoy . . .

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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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*thanks to PoemHunter.com for serving this great poem :)