The Art of Losing

人生中，有太多的失去，是註定要失去的。

無法介懷得太多，也介懷不來，逐一得失去的，終究太多。

請在你第一次失去時，反覆練習對失去無動於衷。或在你頻頻失去時，學習治療不捨的心情，漸而，你將對失去的滋味，感到味覺平淡。

請從小事練習，例如，失去一串鑰匙、一本日記、一隻手機、一筆金錢、一隻狗，乃至，一個人。

詩人如是指導。

那是電影《In Her Shoes》教會我的，關於失去，我應該學會，維持大將之風。

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.

Elizabeth Bishop

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