17 December 2010

grace's farewell fete

the lovely grace is soon departing to teach in france next semester, which will be followed by a few-weeks long adventure in africa.  in her honor, jourdan and i {ok, mostly jourdan} threw a "we're going to miss you/are extremely envious of you" party.

the night included gluten-free cupcakes and poetry and candlelight. i wish i knew more about poetry. fortunately, mon ami dan is something of an expert and was able to hook me up with a poem or two.  i read one art by elizabeth bishop. {ps, sorry about the awk. double spacing. can't get rid of it.}





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 everyday.  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.
i wish you all the happiest of weekends. don't ignore your friends.
{petimaj}

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