The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Sun 1/5/06)

[RetroLounge]

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 beloved 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!) a disaster.

Elizabeth Bishop

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Elizabeth Bishop was born in 1911 in Worcester, Massachusetts. When she was very young her father died, her mother was committed to a mental asylum, and she was sent to live with her grandparents in Nova Scotia. She earned a bachelor's degree from Vassar College in 1934. She was independently wealthy, and from 1935 to 1937 she spent time traveling to France, Spain, North Africa, Ireland, and Italy and then settled in Key West, Florida, for four years. Her poetry is filled with descriptions of her travels and the scenery which surrounded her, as with the Florida poems in her first book of verse, North and South, published in 1946.

She was influenced by the poet Marianne Moore, who was a close friend, mentor, and stabilizing force in her life. Unlike her contemporary and good friend Robert Lowell, who wrote in the "confessional" style, Bishop's poetry avoids explicit accounts of her personal life, and focuses instead with great subtlety on her impressions of the physical world. Her images are precise and true to life, and they reflect her own sharp wit and moral sense. She lived for many years in Brazil, communicating with friends and colleagues in America only by letter. She wrote slowly and published sparingly (her Collected Poems number barely a hundred), but the technical brilliance and formal variety of her work is astonishing. Considered for years a "poet's poet," her last book, Geography III, was published in 1976 and finally established her as a major force in contemporary literature.

Elizabeth Bishop was awarded the Fellowship of The Academy of American Poets in 1964 and served as a Chancellor from 1966 to 1979. She died in Cambridge, Massachussetts, in 1979, and her stature as a major poet continues to grow through the high regard of the poets and critics who have followed her.

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RL

[WritingIsMyReligion]

1. Woo! I actually get to a DPT early!

Good pick, RL. And no sex, I see...

:D :P :D ;)

[RetroLounge]

2. Keeping it clean for the minors!

:rofl:

RL

[WritingIsMyReligion]

3. Aren't you just SO considerate!

:rofl::rofl:

:hi:

[RetroLounge]

4. Just wanna be sure that the Poetry

and I are good influences...

:D

:hi:

RL

[WritingIsMyReligion]

5. Better influences than half the shit the media spews, anyway...

:D ;)

[xchrom]

6. you're gonn ahve to follow up with a mariane moore and

a robert lowell.

maybe moore's poem on baseball?

i love robert lowell.

[wildhorses]

7. the art of losing...I love this poem!!!

and it is especially appropriate for today cos one team will be a loser...

will it be the Steelers or the Seahawks?

may we all learn to lose as graciously as Elizabeth Bishop


thanks RL...for being you :hug: