Ah, grief makes us precise!
LEONARD COHENAh, grief makes us precise!
LEONARD COHENYour faith was strong, but you needed proof.
LEONARD COHENYour body will never be familiar.
LEONARD COHENThe last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.
LEONARD COHENWhen you’re not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.
LEONARD COHENA young nurse is standing close behind me wondering whether she is being drawn by my power or her charity.
LEONARD COHENEven damnation is poisoned with rainbows.
LEONARD COHENDream after dream we all lie in each other’s arms.
LEONARD COHENAnd everything depends upon how near you sleep to me.
LEONARD COHENChildren show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secret to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
LEONARD COHENThen let’s be quiet together.
LEONARD COHENI bargain now. I offer buttons for his love.
LEONARD COHENI will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts.
LEONARD COHENI guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I’m glad you stood in my way.
LEONARD COHENPoetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
LEONARD COHENI’m afraid to live any place but in expectation. I’m no life-risk.
LEONARD COHEN