{"id":326,"date":"2010-11-19T22:44:03","date_gmt":"2010-11-20T03:44:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/?p=326"},"modified":"2010-11-19T22:44:03","modified_gmt":"2010-11-20T03:44:03","slug":"elizabeth-bishop-one-art","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2010\/326\/poems\/elizabeth-bishop-one-art\/","title":{"rendered":"Elizabeth Bishop &#8211; One Art"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The art of losing isn&#8217;t hard to master;<br \/>\nso many things seem filled with the intent<br \/>\nto be lost that their loss is no disaster.<\/p>\n<p>Lose something every day. Accept the fluster<br \/>\nof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.<br \/>\nThe art of losing isn&#8217;t hard to master.<\/p>\n<p>Then practice losing farther, losing faster:<br \/>\nplaces, and names, and where it was you meant<br \/>\nto travel. None of these will bring disaster.<\/p>\n<p>I lost my mother&#8217;s watch. And look! my last, or<br \/>\nnext-to-last, of three loved houses went.<br \/>\nThe art of losing isn&#8217;t hard to master.<\/p>\n<p>I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,<br \/>\nsome realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.<br \/>\nI miss them, but it wasn&#8217;t a disaster.<\/p>\n<p>&mdash;Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture<br \/>\nI love) I shan&#8217;t have lied.  It&#8217;s evident<br \/>\nthe art of losing&#8217;s not too hard to master<br \/>\nthough it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The art of losing isn&#8217;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&#8217;t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, <a href='https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2010\/326\/poems\/elizabeth-bishop-one-art\/' class='excerpt-more'>[&#8230;]<\/a><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-326","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-4-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/326","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=326"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/326\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":327,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/326\/revisions\/327"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=326"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=326"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=326"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}