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.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Elizabeth Bishop, loss, unsettling, villanelle
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.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Elizabeth Bishop, loss, unsettling, villanelle
For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,
I am an answer, they are only a call.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: defiance, identity, love poetry, Sara Teasdale
equal to itself
mindful of its limits
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: nature, philosophy, translation, truth, Zbigniew Herbert