인생은 한방이다.

One Art        Elizabeth Bishop (1911- 1979)

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.

Bishop這首詩去的藝術 看了很有感觸

我們每天都失去某些重要的東西

手錶, 鑰匙, 水瓶, 手機, 錢

但是這些都不是什麼大事

縱使你失去你心愛的人

失去寵物, 失去親人, 失去朋友

or even a house or a continent

也不是什麼世界末日那樣的災難

Bishop跟許多人一樣

把失去的悲傷藏在心裡

或是告訴自己  這根本沒什麼

或許都是人性吧  喜歡口是心非, 自欺欺人

讓自己好過些

或許這就是一門藝術

人們摸不著頭緒, 卻又很熟悉

失去的空洞, 空虛  無法被填補

只能說服自己  一切都會好的

這又讓我想到三個傻瓜

The art of losing