" It's true, these last few years I've lived
watching myself in the act of loss—the art of losing,
Elizabeth Bishop called it, but for me no art
only badly-done exercises
acts of the heart forced to question
its presumptions in this world its mere excitements
acts of the body forced to measure
all instincts against pain
acts of parting trying to let go
without giving up yes Elizabeth
a city here
a village there a sister, comrade, cat
and more no art to this but anger "
― Adrienne Rich , Your Native Land, Your Life