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Leonard Cohen

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey. ― Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen: Poems and Songs. (Everyman Paperback Classics March 1, 2011)

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Leonard Cohen

When we are apart / and the moon is full // My longing / paints your hands / on the full moon — Leonard Cohen, from “Notebook Selections,” The Flame: Poems, Notebooks, Lyrics, Drawings, eds. Robert Faggen and Alexandra Pleshoyano (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2018)

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Leonard Cohen

Beneath My Hands Beneath my hands your small breasts are the upturned bellies of breathing fallen sparrows. Wherever you move I hear the sounds of closing wings of falling wings. I am speechless because you have fallen beside me because your eyelashes are the spines of tiny fragile animals. I dread the time when your… Continue reading Leonard Cohen

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Leonard Cohen

I thought shadows fell deceptively,urging memories of perfect rhyme.I thought I could bestow beautylike a benediction and that your half-dark fleshwould answer to the prayer.I thought I understood your facebecause I had seen it painted twiceor a hundred times, or kissed itwhen it was carved in stone. With only a breath, a vague turning,you uncovered… Continue reading Leonard Cohen

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