Thursday, January 28, 2010

This Is For You ~ A Poem By Leonard Cohen




This is for you
it is my full heart
it is the book I meant to read you
when we were old

Now I am a shadow
I am restless as an empire
You are the woman
who released me

I saw you watching the moon
you did not hesitate
to love me with it

I saw you honouring the windflowers
caught in the rocks
you loved me with them

On the smooth sand
between pebbles & shoreline
you welcomed me into the circle
more than a guest

All this happened
in the truth of time
in the truth of flesh

I saw you with a child
you brought me to his perfume
and his visions
without demand of blood

On so many wooden tables
adorned with food and candles
a thousand sacraments
which you carried in your basket

I visited my clay
I visited my birth
until I became small enough
and frightened enough
to be born again

I wanted you for your beauty
you gave me more than yourself
you shared your beauty
this I only learned tonight
as I recall the mirrors
you walked away from
after you had given them
whatever they claimed
for my initiation

Now I am a shadow
I long for the boundaries
of my wandering
and I move
with the energy of your prayer
and I move
in the direction of your prayer
for you are kneeling
like a bouquet
in a cave of bone
behind my forehead
and I move toward a love
you have dreamed for me


The music is based on his song 'Who By Fire'.
'This Is For You' from Selected Poems 1956-68

Sunday, November 29, 2009

I do not love you .......


My grandson, William West Benjamin
when he was wee; who I have only
know for months of our lives, yet
I love him so deeply still.
 
"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
`
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
`
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way `
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
`
~ Pablo Neruda ~
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