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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 losing’s not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

 ————-Elizabeth Bishop

 

仔细的数

那些陪我长大的童话书,从此锁在一栋寒冷又逼仄的老房子里

一封少年的情书,丢在路边的垃圾桶

一块朝夕相伴的手表,坏了表带,停了滴答

这些都不算

我重新数

 

然后

记得

那个春天的夜晚

你来了,带着温暖,闪着光芒

 

却在一瞬间

我遗失了所有的渴望和想象

原来,这些年

丢失的东西没有记载

 

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3 responses

  1. Unknown

    welcome to my home

    三月 31, 2006 @ 11:17 下午

  2. Unknown

    童年的梦想,如今都成了未曾有过的回忆
    那些梦想,还真tmd扯淡呢

    四月 1, 2006 @ 1:08 下午

  3. Nintendo

    我也很喜欢看童话,让人的心能安静,能憧憬。

    四月 2, 2006 @ 7:46 下午

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