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Elizabeth Bishop
(8 February 1911 – 6 October 1979 / Worcester, Massachusetts)
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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 beloved 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!) a disaster.


Elizabeth Bishop

Submitted Date Friday, January 03, 2003



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Mohammed Abdalla (1/9/2012 11:59:00 PM)
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The writer is going around in pretension shamming indifferent to the loss of all these things mentioned, which might be true, to some extent, but the only real loss she's referring to - with (even you) is the cause of all this mayhem and the one that really counts with her, and it's obvious to be a friend, a dear, or the dearest friend. because only really dearest ones can provide fuel for this massive poetic ignition.
Frida Sloth (7/4/2010 5:32:00 PM)
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every day you lose something, small things such as car keys. little things that doesn't make your day or life a total dissaster. then one day it could happen to you that you would loose something valueable. something that will make you life a dissaster. it might not take a day. day after day you will loose this thing bit after bit and suddenly it dissapears. this thing is called love. it's not the love to a lover. it's the deepest love of all. it's the love to a friends. Think about how it would be to you, loosing your friends joking voice, or your friends smile, the little things there is with this person that makes you love that person even more. that would be a dissaster, wouldn't it?
Shannon Garrison (6/7/2010 1:28:00 AM)
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I know what elizabeth means in this pome becuase i feel this exsact way at the moment. i havent figured out if she is talking about a friend or a lover but i am sure that she mean no matter what you lose in life rather it be material things or a real connection as ie a person who u loved dearly that is more evident that the person is takeing presedent over material things. She implying she can cover her grief mostly through most losses in life but in the last loss that this one will be harder to cover ie write it :) just my thought..
Emily S (2/19/2009 9:19:00 PM)
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I'm doing a project for school about Elizabeth Bishop (specifically this poem) and I had to disagree with what most people have said. Has anyone actually researched her life? You might know that Bishop was a lesbian, and her partners could have been both friends and lovers. And why would you think a lover wouldn't have a lasting effect on her? This poem (actually the last stanza) lines up with her life and makes more sense if you look at it in that context.
Alexandra Burt (12/18/2008 6:24:00 AM)
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I think she's talking about a friend in the last stanza because she's trying to sound more indifferent, although where she says (Write it!) its evident that losing that person really is a disaster since she has to push herself to write the last two words. It seems that the person she's losing will have a long-term effect on her and that she knows the person very well by the (the joking voice, a gesture I love) . If it was a lover, it wouldn't sound like losing that person would have a lasting effect on her. She would have been able to get over losing a lover fairly quickly, but it takes longer to get over losing a good friend.
Kanchi Baral (12/5/2008 1:39:00 PM)
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Why do you guys think that she loses a friend not the lover for the last stanza?
Jacob Lowey (10/29/2008 9:36:00 PM)
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This poem is so good with its somewhat ironic subject. Not many people consider losing an 'art' Elizabeth Bishop shows how she does not truly believe that losing 'isn't hard to master' with various gives, some of the more obvious ones including the '(Write it!) ' and the slant rhymes at the end of lines 4 and 16. Also, the fact that there is one more disaster than master (if you count them) unbalances the structure, and shows that losing that someone, be it lover or friend, was truly a disaster that she has yet to master.
Sorry for analyzing a bit too much, I'm doing this for practice =P
Nina .a. (10/16/2008 3:27:00 PM)
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I just adore this poem its amazing capturing and fulfiling :) she's my new idol and i dont even know anything about her hehe
Alice Heggie (4/27/2008 4:38:00 PM)
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Amy Hayden... do not quote from films when critiquing a poem. Specifically in this case from 'In Her Shoes'.
It's not doing you any favours.
Amy Hayden (4/21/2008 12:33:00 AM)
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I most deffinately have to agree with Rashad, the poem is about loosing love, but not the love of a lover. At first she talks about loosing real things like keys and a watch, but then she talks about loosing things such as a continent, she's getting grandiose, Bishop is trying to make it seam like it doesnt matter, her tone is detached, she wants to sound detached becuse she knows deep down how bad it's going to feel to loose. but it isnt a lover that she's loosing it's a friend, friendship. I absolutely love this poem! ! ! ! !
 

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