One Art - 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.

Pizarnik

"Cuando era más chica, despertaba llorando y era feliz por la noche. Ahora es lo contrario. A las seis de la tarde —hora fatal para las solitarias— muero y remuero. La vida es demasiado larga, creo, siento. No es larga cuando hay muchas cosas que hacer. Pero cuando no se hace nada o se espera todo, que es lo mismo, entonces la vida es larga".