Okay, so here’s the dealio. These days, my business level is through the roof. I have a month and a half left at my current job and I have a lot of stuff to get done before then, and I’m also looking for an apartment in the city, which is a lot harder than TV and novels have led me to believe (why do people ask you to e-mail them and then no respond?!). So Poetry Tuesday will be changing a little bit. Instead of alternating between found poems and Casey originals, I’ll be changing strictly to found poems. I may post some original work from time to time, but not on any set schedule. I’ll also be taking a break from Science Thursday this month, since I’ve skipped twice already (oopsie). If you’re patient and stick with me, you’ll understand why in the next week or so (love those cliffhangers).
Moving on. For this weeks Poetry Tuesday, we have one of my favorite poems from one of my favorite movies, In Her Shoes, with Cameron Diaz and Toni Collette. It’s written in the villanelle style, which is one of my all time favorites. I’m all about that dramatic repetition. For those of you up north with me, I hope you’re keeping warm, and enjoy Poetry Tuesday 🙂
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 it will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! My last, or
next-to-last, or three beloved houses went.
The are 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 isn’t too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster. -Elizabeth Bishop