Favorite Poems
Throughout My Life
53: “One Art,” 1976, by Elizabeth Bishop
(1911–79)
“The art of losing”—so
begins
This poem so
concerned with loss—
No clichéd sighs—no
violins—
Nor
mawkishness. Nor verbal dross.
A speaker
tells of losing—how
We lose
throughout our lives on earth—
And we must
deal with pain—and now
We know that
it’s been true since birth.
I love the
final line of this—
Inside
parentheses, her pain—
The loss of
one she’ll dearly miss—
And cannot hope to see again.
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