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fig leaves emerging like clasped hands |
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Wisteria is racing to beat the azaleas in bloom |
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Oh Hai! Lookie who just arrived from Mexico - actually we've noted three and they are all vying for this feeder. |
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The weather is unusually dry with a slight chill in these Springtime breezes - I think it's delightfully unusual, Chico thinks she'd rather wear a sweater. |
After dark, when we could no longer frolic outside, we settled on a movie on Netflix, Reaching for the Moon, based on the life of poet Elizabeth Bishop. It totally unhinged me because there were parts of my life, my spring, that I chased for things that ultimately were lost.
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, “One Art” from The Complete Poems 1926-1979. Copyright © 1979, 1983 by Alice Helen Methfessel.
Source: The Complete Poems 1926-1979 (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1983)
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