Quem dera eu aprendesse dessa arte .

One Art

So many things seem filled
with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something everyday.
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 things will bring disaster.

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.

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 gestureI 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