January 2011
60 posts
My Lady Can Sleep
mappedbywhatsurroundedthem:
My lady can sleep Upon a handkerchief Or if it be Fall Upon a fallen leaf.
I have seen the hunters kneel before her hem Even in her sleep She turns away from them.
The only gift they offer Is their abiding grief I pull out my pockets For a handkerchief or leaf.
// by Leonard Cohen
I want to be lost among
your thoughts
the way you listen to New York City...
– Leonard Cohen (via kim-asterisk)
A person who eats meat
wants to get his teeth into something
A person who does...
– Leonard Cohen (via 5ifty2)
But love’s the only engine of survival…
– (via zevendazeovlove)
Marita
Please find me
I AM ALMOST 30
– “Marita”, by Leonard Cohen (via foundhound)
Gift
laflaneuse8:
You tell me that silence is nearer to peace than poems but if for my gift I brought you silence (for I know silence) you would say This is not silence this is another poem and you would hand it back to me.
—Leonard Cohen
Someone who really cared… or didn’t care! I’m not quite sure which it is… who...
– Leonard Cohen on Kyozan Joshu Sasaki Roshi. (via balintradoczy)
Bir takım...
keskderyiatti:
Sometimes I need you naked, Sometimes I need you wild, I need you to carry my children in And I need you to kill a child.
Just to have been one of them. Even on the lowest rung.
– Leonard Cohen (via betweenregrets)
And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth, which you can’t reveal to the Ears of...
– leonard cohen (via twoforgottenmyths)
whokilled:
I once believed a single line in a Chinese poem could change forever how blossoms fell
Nothing left to do
when you know that you’ve been taken.
Nothing left to do...
– Leonard Cohen - selected from “waiting for the miracle” (via shottoshit)
Silence
and a deeper silence
when the crickets
hesitate
– Leonard Cohen, Summer-Haiku from “The Spice-Box of Earth” (via fuckyeahzenmind)
Each man
has a way to betray
the revolution.
This is mine.
– Leonard Cohen, Poem 111 (via shakingtambourine)
I used to think I was some kind of gypsy boy...
nestofroses:
“My body has become a museum: this part remembered because of someone’s mouth, this because of a hand, this of wetness, this of heat.”
Art Sex: For E.J.P - Leonard Cohen (1934 - ) →
artsex:
(Exerpt)
I once believed a single line in a Chinese poem could change forever how blossoms fell and that the moon itself climbed on the grief of concise weeping men to journey over cups of wine I thought invasions were begun for crows to pick at a skeleton dynasties sown and spent to serve the…
You have the lovers,
they are nameless, their histories only for each other,...
– Leonard Cohen, “You Have the Lovers,” The Spice-Box of Earth, 1961. (via mpiedlourde)
to help me use my whole mouth
against her hungriness, her most private of...
– The Collapse of Zen (from Book of Longing), Leonard Cohen (via nocrimeinthewasteland)
When you’re not feeling holy,
Your loneliness says that you’ve...
– L. Cohen. Sisters of Mercy.
When you’re not feeling holy,
Your loneliness says that you’ve...
– L. Cohen. Sisters of Mercy.
I want to go back to bed and get inside her. That’s the only time there’s...
– Leonard Cohen, “The End of My Life in Art” (via deadandlovelynow)
Day 01 - Your favorite song
misiulka:
They locked up a man Who wanted to rule the world The fools They locked up the wrong man
l. cohen
These Heroics
If I had a shining head
and people turned to stare at me
in...
– leonard cohen (via ghostwriters)
My Time
allomelo:
by Leonard Cohen
My time is running out and still I have not sung the true song the great song
I admit that I seem to have lost my courage
a glance at the mirror a glimpse into my heart makes me want to shut up forever
so why do you lean me here Lord of my life lean me at this table in the middle of the night wondering how to be beautiful
my thanks to rinabeana’s...
So what about this Inner Light
That´s boundless and unique?
I´m slouching...
– A Thousand Kisses Deep, Leonard Cohen. (via lovelyjenny)
And I´m still working with the wine,
Still dancing cheek to cheek.
The band is...
– A Thousand Kisses Deep, Leonard Cohen (via lovelyjenny)
Do not look for him
In brittle mountain streams:
They are too cold for any...
– Leonard Cohen, Elegy (via ghostbeat)