One Art

下午在某blog亂晃時，不知怎麼的就發現了一些事，ㄟ....格主有幾篇文風格不一樣耶，是在練習不同的寫作方式嗎？

看著看著就瞄到某篇文章，嗯....怪怪的，好想在哪看過（主題類似，也舉了類似的內容描寫啦），可這邊這篇文偏偏又好像沒搔到癢處，起了個頭卻沒有重點。馬上當了一下福爾摩斯，嗚～失敗的符耳魔ㄙ。雪酪搬家後舊文都刪了，連她本人都忘了是否寫過這樣的文，只記得她曾提過一首Elizabeth Bishop的詩，自己讀讀吧，這首詩果然還是比較有feel，不是那麼的愛啊情啊的（其實我也不確定某blog引用的是不是愛啊情啊的，因為我懶得看完，呵呵呵，過分吧？！）

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.

詩從這裡來，中文翻譯版覺得還少了那麼一味，有興趣的可以去看看。

（我這樣是不是也算是起了個頭，卻沒有重點啊？？哈哈哈，那我的重點就是....把回憶找回來，順便把這首詩記下來。）