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Tuesday, April 28, 2015


Installment #2

For this part rather than continue on some autobiographical elements to Mr.Cohen’s life, I will share with you his poetry. I hope you enjoy.
The book of longing

I can't make the hills 
The system is shot
 
I'm living on pills
 
For which I thank G-d

I followed the course
From chaos to art
 
Desire the horse
 
Depression the cart
 

I sailed like a swan
 
I sank like a rock
 
But time is long gone
 
Past my laughing stock
 

My page was too white
 
My ink was too thin
 
The day wouldn't write
 
What the night pencilled in
 

My animal howls
 
My angel's upset
 
But I'm not allowed
 
A trace of regret
 

For someone will use
 
What I couldn't be
 
My heart will be hers
 
Impersonally
 

She'll step on the path
 
She'll see what I mean
 
My will cut in half
 
And freedom between
 

For less than a second
 
Our lives will collide
 
The endless suspended
 
The door open wide
 

Then she will be born
 
To someone like you
 
What no one has done
 
She'll continue to do
 

I know she is coming
 
I know she will look
 
And that is the longing
 
And this is the book



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