I saw the movie "In Her Shoes " recently, an emotionally tuned flick sprinkled with realitybites of life and closest relationships . Just made me think about me and my sister , the relationship we share,between most sisters for that matter..:-). Anyways the best part for me is the two amazingly beautiful poems which evoke great meaning and emotions, kinda like conveying the whole essence of the story more than anything else in the movie. Just an insight to the power of words and more so poetry written in times of great emotionally bounded states . So anyhow here's one of the poems from the movie now very much a part of my all time favourites collection .
So cheers to Elizabeth Bishop's masterpiece ..that everyone could connect to at some point in their life ,coz this "art of losing " is not so alien afterall....

ONE ART
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 gestureI 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.