Showing posts with label Elizabeth Bishop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elizabeth Bishop. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

nothingwrong

He said that by writing, one takes away the opportunity for another to write the same. Therefore, when writing one has to be considerate and reflexive. Weighing every word, making it count. I write because it is my act of courage for the day. It is wrapping my world in words and presenting them as a gift to whomever would want it to take it, even if just for a moment.

Others have touched with words for far longer and far more eloquently.
For instance: 

Sonnet
by Elizabeth Bishop
via Song of America

I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.


Wednesday, 1 February 2012

One art


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.



The university has started again, so I don't have the time to write myself, but Elizabeth Bishop does it better in any case.