"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. 

Susan Hertel

"Portrait of My Nose" by Mohammed El-Kurd

               Arrogant with height.
One nose away from clouds.

I have my grandmother's

and in the knot, tangled

a homesickness

for people generous with

      nose.

My grandmother's is beautiful; mine is

one nose away from beauty,

one         away from Anglo-Saxon.

I have my grandmother's

and my grandmother had pride

favored functionality

she was never a

       nose away from anything

       but jasmines.

Nabil Anani