one art , helicopter

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.

Helicopter -The feeling

My pianos out of tune
I wish it wasn’t
I wish that you were mine
I wish that my heart was stronger

My pianos out of tune
I wish it wasn’t
I wish we had more time
I wish that my world was softer
And I’m on a helicopter

I’ve had this feeling before
My heart is crawling in the mud, mud, mud
Id feel much better
I’m sure if I had a helicopter

This telephone’s out of use
I wish it wasn’t
I wish you loved me more
I wish that your world was closer

This telephone’s out of use
I wish somebody would take me to your door
I wish that my world was finer
And we were on an ocean liner

I’ve had this feeling before
My heart is crawling in the mud, mud, mud
Id feel much better
I’m sure if I had an ocean liner

My pianos out of tune
I wish it wasn’t
I wish we had more time
I wish that my world was softer
And I’m on a helicopter

I’m on a helicopter

I’ve had this feeling before
My heart is crawling in the mud, mud, mud
Id feel much better
I’m sure if I had a helicopter,
if I had a helicopter
My heart is crawling in the mud, mud, mud
My heart is crawling in the mud, mud, mud
Mud, Mud..