a poem i like

I recently heard this poem read on NPR. I read Elizabeth Bishop when I took English 50, Poetry and Poetics, one of my more memorable English classes. For the final of this class, I had to memorize Wallace Stevens' The Idea of Order at Key West. While a strange exercise, the poem went deeper into my soul and permeated me. And dimensions of it emerged that I missed on initial readings. Anyway, this poem by Elizabeth Bishop launched me on some reminisces of college.
Here's the poem. I quite like it.

One Art

by Elizabeth Bishop

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.