K-Blog

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.

Consider me a widow, boys and I will tell you why. It's not the man, but it's the marriage that was drowned. So I walk the walk and wait with watchful eye out to the sky, Looking for a kind of vesselI have never found. Though I saw it splinter I keep looking out to sea, Like a dog with little sense, I keep returning, To the very area where I did see the thing go down as if there's something at the site I should be learning. That line is the horizon. We watch the wind and set the sail, but save ourselves when all omens point to fail. If I tell the truth then I will have to tell you this Though I grieve (and I believe i feel it truly) but I knew that ship was empty by the time it hit the rocks, we could not hold on when fate became unruly. So consider me a widow, boys, and I have told you why. Does the weather say a better day is nearing? I'll set my house in order now and wait upon the will It's clear that I need better skill in steering... That line is the horizon.W...