A veces me pasa

Hay películas que me hacen leer libros o autores que no había leído nunca. Por ejemplo después de ver los Hijos de la Calle (Sleepers) salí del cine y me compre El Conde de Montecristo. Ayer vi una película, que por lo cierto es más que recomendable, En sus zapatos (In her shoes). En este film recitan dos poemas, uno me llamó más la atención que otro. Por eso hoy lo releí y busqué un par más de la misma autora. Como me gusto tanto lo quiero compartir con Uds. y espero les guste.

One Art

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.

Lose something every day. 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 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 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 (1911-1979)

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