One Art Final Stanza

–Even losing you, (a joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master,
Thought it might look like (Write it!) like disaster.

One may own a thing such as a mother’s watch (as a substitute for the person’s absence), but one does not own “the hourly badly spent” (or for that matter well spent) or even control one’s intentions (“what you meant to do”).

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