Jan Vegelj

SIX WORDS!
Poetry.Green tea. Drip painting. Honesty.Novels.Library.

REPRESENTATION.
Greeting! As some of you may know, my name is Jan. I’m 17 years old junior of high school for pharmacy. Pharmacy itself is, if you ask me, quite immoral and I most probably won’t be studying it in the future.  I love reading books, drinking green tea and spending quality time with my friends. I’m currently in a short-term (recess) relationship with american poet Elizabeth Bishop, and I’m going to read you my favourite poem.

ELIZABETH BISHOP – 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 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 a disaster.