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Length: 19 lines
Stanzas: 5 tercets and a quatrain
Metrical requirements: none
Rhyme scheme: Too complicated to summarize
These components are arranged into the following:
A1BA2 / ABA1 / ABA2 / ABA1 / ABA2 / ABA1A2
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.
Length: 5 lines
Stanzas: 1 quintain
Metrical requirements: none
Rhyme scheme: AABBA
a sample
There once was a sheep from Scottland
appearing like handsome goatman.
It stands tall and proud
and pretty throughout
perhaps the sheep himself can barely to be known.