The arts of losing, of disappearing
This poem by Naomi Shihab Nye is so remarkable for waking its readers up to the realities of a finite world, difficult choices, and the price that comes with not having any solitude:
http://undertowmagazine.com/the-art-of-disappearing-naomi-shihab-nye/
It makes me think of another famous poem, One Art, by Elizabeth Bishop, which starts with the line "The art of losing..."
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15212
Of course, on a day when bombs went off in Boston, losing feels poignant in a different way, even if the loss is just another perceived loss of safety.
http://undertowmagazine.com/the-art-of-disappearing-naomi-shihab-nye/
It makes me think of another famous poem, One Art, by Elizabeth Bishop, which starts with the line "The art of losing..."
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15212
Of course, on a day when bombs went off in Boston, losing feels poignant in a different way, even if the loss is just another perceived loss of safety.