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Written by Elizabeth Bishop | Create an image from this poem

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 your 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 housed went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lose 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.


Written by Marriott Edgar | Create an image from this poem

The Recumbent Posture

 The day after Christmas, young Albert
Were what's called, confined to his bed,
With a tight kind of pain in his stummick
And a light feeling up in his head.
His parents were all in a fluster When they saw little lad were so sick, They said, 'Put out your tongue!', When they'd seen it They said, 'Put it back again - quick!' Ma made him a basin of gruel, But that were a move for the worse; Though the little lad tried hard to eat it, At the finish he did the reverse.
The pain showed no signs of abating, So at last they got Doctor to call.
He said it were in the ab-domain And not in the stummick at all.
He sent up a bottle of physick, With instructions on t' label to say, 'To be taken in a recumbent posture, One teaspoon, three times a day.
' As Ma stood there reading the label Pa started to fidget about.
He said 'Get a teaspoon and dose him, Before he gets better without.
' 'I can manage the teaspoon' said Mother A look of distress on her face.
'It's this 'ere recumbent posture.
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I haven't got one in the place.
' Said Pa, 'What about Mrs Lupton?.
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Next door 'ere - you'd better ask her; A woman who's buried three husbands Is sure to have one of them there.
' So they went round and asked Mrs Lupton, 'Aye, I know what you mean,' she replied, 'I 'ad one on order for 'Orace, But poor dear got impatient and died.
' She said, 'You'd best try the Co-Op shop, They'll have one in stock I dare say; ' Fact I think I saw one in the winder Last time I was passing that way.
' So round they went to the Co-Op shop, And at the counter for household supplies; Pa asked for a recumbent posture And the shopman said 'Yes sir.
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what size?' Said Ma, 'It's for our little Albert, I don't know what size he would use, I know he takes thirteen in collars, And sixes, four fittings, in shoes.
' 'If it's little lads size as you're wanting,' Said the shopman, 'I'm sorry to say, We nobbut had one in the building, And that one were sold yesterday.
' He sent them across to a tin-smith, Who said, 'I know what you've in mind; If you'll draw me a pattern, I'll make one.
' But Pa'd left his pencil behind.
They tried every shop they could think of, They walked for two hours by the clock, And though most places reckoned to keep them, They'd none of them got one in stock.
The last place they tried was the chemist, He looked at them both with a frown.
And told them a recumbent posture Were Latin, and meant lying down.
It means 'Lying down' - put in Latin Said Father, 'That's just what I thowt.
' Then he picked up a side-glance from Mother, And pretended he hadn't said nowt.
'They're not dosing my lad with Latin.
' Said Mother, her face looking grim, 'Just plain Castor Oil's all he's getting And I'm leaving the posture to him.
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