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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn”t hard to master.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elizabeth Bishop<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n A arte de perder n\u00e3o \u00e9 nenhum mist\u00e9rio; Perca um pouquinho a cada dia. Aceite, austero, Depois perca mais r\u00e1pido, com mais crit\u00e9rio: Perdi o rel\u00f3gio de mam\u00e3e. Ah! E nem quero Perdi duas cidades lindas. E um imp\u00e9rio – Mesmo perder voc\u00ea (a voz, o riso et\u00e9reo (tradu\u00e7\u00e3o de Paulo Henriques Britto)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pagelayer_contact_templates":[],"_pagelayer_content":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-108","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemaescolhido"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lobodoprado.com.br\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lobodoprado.com.br\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lobodoprado.com.br\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lobodoprado.com.br\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lobodoprado.com.br\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=108"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/lobodoprado.com.br\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":114,"href":"https:\/\/lobodoprado.com.br\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108\/revisions\/114"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lobodoprado.com.br\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=108"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lobodoprado.com.br\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=108"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lobodoprado.com.br\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=108"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Tantas coisas cont\u00eam em si o acidente
De perd\u00ea-las, que perder n\u00e3o \u00e9 nada s\u00e9rio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A chave perdida, a hora gasta bestamente.
A arte de perder n\u00e3o \u00e9 nenhum mist\u00e9rio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lugares, nomes, a escala subseq\u00fcente
Da viagem n\u00e3o feita. Nada disso \u00e9 s\u00e9rio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lembrar a perda de tr\u00eas casas excelentes.
A arte de perder n\u00e3o \u00e9 nenhum mist\u00e9rio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Que era meu, dois rios, e mais um continente.
Tenho saudade deles. Mas n\u00e3o \u00e9 nada s\u00e9rio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
que eu amo) n\u00e3o muda nada. Pois \u00e9 evidente
que a arte de perder n\u00e3o chega a ser mist\u00e9rio
por muito que pare\u00e7a (Escreve!) muito s\u00e9rio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n