大學的時候念過一首詩:
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.
失去了時間 失去了機會
失去了內心連自己都還沒察覺的一部分
少了一點什麼之後忘記這件事 它就真正從你生命裡離開了..
而我 在急於獲得的同時 也失去了不少
最近又亂掉東西 跟了我三年的隨身碟不知去向
前兩天在最後記得拿著它的地方走來走去也找不到
想起我去年也掉過錢包 後來居然有好心人願意幫忙送還給我
這次大概就沒那麼好運了...
那個隨身碟裡 有很多實習時幫老師做的講義
那些一直都沒有備份...現在都沒了...
也許這就是跟那段時間緣分已盡的象徵吧...
那個隨身碟上面 還有我生日的編號 某方面來說還滿特別的
它還滿好用的... 希望撿到的人好好利用它..
(sigh)
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