Ginnie's review
Geography III: Poems
by Elizabeth Bishop
I love it too, Ruth, and after everyone reads that one, they should go read The Fish. Really, where else (that you can stand) can everything be rainbow, rainbow, rainbow?
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Ginnie's review
Geography III: Poems by Elizabeth Bishop
Ginnie's review
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I do not have the skill to explain why I think a poet is so fine but because I want others to love what I love, I have taken to simply pasting in examples (thank you, Paul, for teaching this lesson.) This thin book contains some of Bishop's very best.
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 ges...more
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 ges...more
I love it too, Ruth, and after everyone reads that one, they should go read The Fish. Really, where else (that you can stand) can everything be rainbow, rainbow, rainbow?http://www.poemhunter.com/poem...



