| 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. | |
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| Lose something every day. Accept the fluster | |
| of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. | 5 |
| The art of losing isn't hard to master. | |
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| Then practice losing farther, losing faster: | |
| places, and names, and where it was you meant | |
| to travel. None of these will bring disaster. | |
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| I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or | 10 |
| next-to-last, of three loved houses went. | |
| The art of losing isn't hard to master. | |
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| 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. | 15 |
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| ---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. | |