Life is a Dream,

The Dreamer is 

Wide Awake,

But,,,

Still Alive...

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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







 

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