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	<title>ONE ART．我們每天都在學習失去的藝術</title>
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			這首〈一種藝術〉出自美國近代主要女詩人畢夏普（Elizabeth Bishop, 1911-1979）的手筆，也是她的名詩之一，它寫人生對於失去的感受，以反語的方式來故意表現豁達，卻難掩真正的惘然傷痛之感，但也正因此，遂使得這首詩格外的有無窮的韻味。By&nbsp; Elizabeth Bishop&nbsp; (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  
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			<img src="http://library.acadiau.ca/ContentDM/images/eb.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br /><div>這首〈一種藝術〉出自美國近代主要女詩人畢夏普（Elizabeth Bishop, 1911-1979）的手筆，也是她的名詩之一，它寫人生對於失去的感受，以反語的方式來故意表現豁達，卻難掩真正的惘然傷痛之感，但也正因此，遂使得這首詩格外的有無窮的韻味。<br /><br /><br /></div>By&nbsp; <strong>Elizabeth Bishop</strong>&nbsp; (1911-1979)<br /><br /><br />The art of losing isn't hard to master;<br /> so many things seem filled with the intent<br /> to be lost that their loss is no disaster.<br /> <br /> Lose something every day. Accept the fluster<br /> of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.<br /> The art of losing isn't hard to master.<br /> <br /> Then practice losing farther, losing faster:<br /> places, and names, and where it was you meant<br /> to travel. None of these will bring disaster.<br /> <br /> I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or<br /> next-to-last, of three loved houses went.<br /> The art of losing isn't hard to master.<br /> <br /> I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,<br /> some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.<br /> I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.<br /> <br /> ---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture <br />I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident<br /> the art of losing's not too hard to master<br /> though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster<br /> <br /> 
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	<pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 18:04:18 +0800</pubDate>
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