"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. "
