‏"One Art"‏The art of losing isn't hard to master; ‏so many things seem filled with the intent‏to be lost that their loss is no disaster,‏Lose something every day. Accept the fluster‏of 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 meant‏to travel. None of these will bring disaster.‏I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or‏next-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 evident‏the art of losing's not too hard to master‏though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster. ‏- Poem by Elizabeth Bishop: #بالانجليزي