on losing stuff

One Art
Elizabeth Bishop
 

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 [...]

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Poetry about….Poetry

Who is a Poet
by Tadeusz Rosewicz
translated from the Polish by Magnus Krynski and Robert Maguire
a poet is one who writes verses
and one who does not write verses
a poet is one who throws off fetters
and one who puts fetters on himself
a poet is one who believes
and one who cannot bring himself to believe [...]

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Frank Bidart

If  See No End In Is
By Frank Bidart
 
What none knows is when, not if.
Now that your life nears its end
when you turn back what you see
is ruin. You think, It is a prison. No,
it is a vast resonating chamber in
which each thing you say or do is
 
new, but [...]

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Prospective Immigrants by Adrienne Rich

Prospective Immigrants Please Note
 
Either you will
go through this door
or you will not go through.
 
If you go through
there is always the risk
of remembering your name.
 
Things look at you doubly
and you must look back
and let them happen.
 
If you do not go through
it is possible
to live worthily
 
to maintain your attitudes
to hold your position
to die bravely
 
but much will blind [...]

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Life sucks and then you die…Or is there a better outlook?

SONGS OF INNOCENCE by William Blake
PIPING down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of peasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he, laughing, said to me:  
 ‘Pipe a song about a lamb!’
So I piped with merry cheer.
 ‘Piper, pipe that song again;’
So I piped: he wept to hear.  
‘Drop thy pipe, thy happy [...]

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