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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 losings not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
"One Art" is a poem about loss. The key to reading it is the last stanza, the line "Even losing you I shan't have lied..."
is about the loss affecting Elizabeth Bishop more then she would admit to herself. The idea of life is full of loss,
things are meant not to be around forever is one of the ideas she is trying to get across. The second stanza is her
way of saying that the small things in life that we lose are not the ones that we should worry about. The third stanza
is about loss being a blessing in disguise, by being ill and getting left in
stanza she is using a metaphor of her mothers sanity being a time piece, and the loss of her mothers watch as the loss
of her mother’s sanity, and her mother in her life. The houses, continent, and realms are the loss of travel, as well as
the loss of the places she grew up in. The last stanza is about the loss of Lota de Macedo Soares and how the loss of
anything is not something one can master, and how every loss has its affect on her.(http://www.english.uiuc.edu/Maps/poets/a_f/bishop/about.htm)
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/suicide_of_a/
This is a day when truths will out, perhaps;
leak from the dangling telephone ear-phones
sapping the festooned switchboard’s strength;
fall from the windows, blow from off the sills,
—the vague, slight unremarkable contents
of emptying ash-trays; rub off on our fingers
like ink from un-proof-read newspapers,
crocking the way the unfocused photographs
of crooked faces do that soil our coats,
our tropical-weight coats, like slapped-at moths.
—
Today’s a day when those who work
are idling. Those who played must work
and hurry, too, to get it done,
with little dignity or none.
The newspapers are sold; the kiosk shutters
crash down. But anyway, in the night
the headlines wrote themselves, see, on the streets
and sidewalks everywhere; a sediment’s splashed
even to the first floor of apartment houses.
—
This is a day that’s beautiful as well,
and warm and clear. At seven o’ clock I saw
the dogs being walked along the famous beach
as usual, in a shiny gray-green dawn,
leaving their paw prints draining in the wet.
The line of breakers was steady and the pinkish,
segmented rainbow steadily hung above it.
At eight two little boys were flying kites.
This poem draws on the feelings people have for certain images to portray the meaning of everyday beauty. There is a certain feeling of people being at ease, taking each day for what it is. The imagery of things having a certain feel when touched is one of the ways Bishop brings across the point of every seemingly meaningless object of the day has a connection to each other, as well as the day as a whole would not be complete without these things. The last stanza however appeals to the senses of what people generally see as beauty. The colors of a sunrise,which we know because of the time of day she adds, as well as the images of a beach. Not just any beach but a famous one which leads us to believe there is a good reason for it being famous. The use of paw prunts being in the sand are a way for Elizabeth to show that although we may leave an imprint, our footsteps can be washed away by the tide. (http://www.english.uiuc.edu/Maps/poets/a_f/bishop/about.htm)
Sources:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/suicide_of_a/
http://www.english.uiuc.edu/Maps/poets/a_f/bishop/about.htm
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/7