One Art

Good morning! I’m writing this post as I nurse the first cold of winter. I had to decline several events I had really been looking forward to, including a poetry reading by a dear longtime colleague and friend. I’m sharing this beautiful set, which is the first in a series I shot with both my husband @tacticalme and my sweet friend @kayhadrin.photo at Mission Loft in San Francisco.

Instead of my own words, I’m sharing one of my favorite poems, which feels just right today.

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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.

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Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

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Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

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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.

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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.

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—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.

-Elizabeth Bishop


As ever, thanks for reading! xx, Rebecca