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Leonard Cohen

When I have not rage or sorrow, and you depart from me, then I am most afraid. When the belly is full, and the mind has its sayings, then I fear for my soul; I rush to you as a child at night breaks into its parents’ room. Do not forget me in my satisfaction.… Continue reading Leonard Cohen

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Leonard Cohen

I almost went to bedwithout rememberingthe four white violetsI put in the button-holeof your green sweater and how i kissed you thenand you kissed meshy as though I’dnever been your lover — Leonard Cohen, “Song,” The Spice-Box of Earth. (Jonathan Cape, London 1973.; F edition 1973)

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Leonard Cohen

I heard of a manwho says words so beautifullythat if he only speaks their namewomen give themselves to him.If I am dumb beside your bodywhile silence blossoms like tumors on our lips.it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside the door. — Leonard Cohen, “I heard of a man,”… Continue reading Leonard Cohen

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Jim Morrison

I am troubled, immeasurablyby your eyes.I am struck by the featherof your soft reply.The sound of glassspeaks quick, disdainand concealswhat your eyes fightto explain. ― Jim Morrison, Wilderness: The Lost Writings, Vol. 1 (Vintage; 1st Vintage Books ed edition, December 17, 1989) Originally published 1988.

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Petrarch

When I see and think how much air separates me from that lovely face that is always so near to me and so distant. Then to myself softly: ‘What do you know, wretch? perhaps off there someone is sighing now because of your absence.’ And in this thought my soul breathes more easily. — Petrarch,… Continue reading Petrarch

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