One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop
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.

Denn ein Kuss sagt, wenn man nicht liebt, soviel mehr, und wenn man liebt - soviel weniger, ist soviel weniger.
Trinken, um noch einmal zu trinken. Der Kuß in der Liebe ist wie Meerwasser für den Durst.
Wenn dies schon gesgat wurde - so sage ich es noch einmal. Das Wichtige ist nicht, Neues zu sagen - sondern zu finden und seine Wahrheit zu sagen. Ich wollte lieber meinen Durst in seiner Ganzheit bewahren.

Marina Cvetaeva