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.

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