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Leonard Cohen Poems
Leonard Cohen Poems
NOT A JEW
SEISEN IS DANCING
Anyone who says
Seisen has a long body.
I'm not a Jew Her shaved head
threatens the skylight
is not a Jew and her feet go down
I'm very sorry into the vegetable cellar.
When she dances for us
but this is final at one of our infrequent celebrations,
the dining hall
with it's cargo of weightless monks and nuns,
so says: bounces around her hips
Eliezar, son of Nissan, like a hula-hoop.
priest of Israel; The venerable old pine trees
a.k.a crack out of sentry duty
Nightingale of the Sinai, and get involved,
as do the San Gabriel mountains TO A YOUNG NUN
and the flat cities
This undemanding love
of Claremont, Upland
that our staggered births
and the Inland Empire.
have purchased for us --
And ocean speaks to ocean
You in your generation,
saying, What the hell,
I in mine.
let's go with it, rouse ourselves.
I am not the one
The Milky Way undoes its spokes
you are looking for.
and cleaves to Seisen's haunches,
You are not the one
as do the worlds beyond,
I've stopped looking for.
and worlds unborn,
How sweetly time
not to mention darkest holes
disposes of us
of brooding anti-matter,
as we go arm in arm
and random flying mental objects
over the Bridge of Details:
like this poem,
Your turn to chop.
fucking up the atmosphere.
My turn to cook.
It's all going round her hips,
Your turn to die for love.
and what her hips enclose;
My turn to resurrect. Albuquerque, 1997
it's all lit up by her face,
her ownerless expression.
And then there's this aching fool
over here, no, over here YOU ARE RIGHT, SAHARA
who thinks that You are right, Sahara. There are no mists, or veils, or distances. But
Seisen's still a woman, the mist is surrounded by a mist; and the veil is hidden behind a
who's trying to find a place to stand veil; and the distance continually draws away from the distance.
where Seisen isn't Dancing. Mt. Baldy, 1997 That is why there are no mists, or veils, or distances. That is why it is
called The Great Distance of Mist and Veils. It is here that The
Traveler becomes The Wanderer, and The Wanderer becomes The
One Who Is Lost, and The One Who Is Lost becomes The Seeker,
and The Seeker becomes The Passionate Lover, and The Passionate
Lover becomes The Beggar, and The Beggar becomes The Wretch,
and The Wretch becomes The One Who Must Be Sacrificed, and The
One Who Must Be Sacrificed becomes The Resurrected One and The the enemy’s dead
Resurrected One becomes The One Who has Transcended The and I don’t have to shoot.
Great Distance of Mist and Veils. Then for a thousand years, or the
rest of the afternoon, such a One spins in the Blazing Fire of But as for the fall:
Changes, embodying all the transformations, one after the other, it was writ long ago
and then beginning again, and then ending again, 86,000 times a and I can’t stop it now ---
second. Then such a one, if he is a man, is ready to love the woman I’m rain and I’m snow.
Sahara; and such a one, if she is a woman, is ready to love the man
who can put into song The Great Distance of Mist and Veils. Is it you And I settle at last
who are waiting, Sahara, or is it I? 1997 on the ground of my soul
in shapes of the past
and shapes that unfold.
SORROWS OF THE ELDERLY
I sit in my chair
The old are kind
and I look at the street --
but the young are hot.
the enemy’s gone
Love may be blind
and his absence is sweet!
but Desire is not.
THE GOAL
But please do not follow
I can’t leave my house I’ve nothing to teach:
or answer the phone. except that the goal
I’m going down again falls short of the reach.
but feeling no pain.
March 29, 1998
And that’s the great change
and mercy to boot ---
BOOK OF LONGING
(DEAR READER) The silverware shines
that my mother left
I can’t make the hills
to me when she died
The system is shot
fulfilled and bereft
I’m living on pills
for which I thank G-d My leash is too long
I think that I’m free
There’s sun in the leaves
I’d leap at the young
and birds in the tree.
but I’m sixty-three
Nobody believes
it’s written by Thee.
I know what I want
It took many lives
I used to be song
I’m cured by the cunt
I used to be cock
I’m killed by the eyes
but time is long gone
past my laughingstock
The sorrows are real
as froth on the wave
I bid you good-bye
as shit on the beach
There’s nothing to add
the city’s disgrace
I’ve tried and I try
to stop going mad
Who cares what I say
I’m not who I was
I followed the course
I’m paid what I pay
from chaos to art
I’m always in love
My dick was the horse
my life was the cart
The summer won’t come
‘till I go to bed
I’m back at my desk
The birds will return
(the end of the line)
when the dog is dead
a bee in my breast
a snake in my spine
You can’t say it right I’m clamped in a stock
when you touch yourself to hold my head high
But truth’s not advice
It is total health My animal howls
My angel’s upset
The crap on my back And deep in my bowels
the piss in my face the shit of regret
but happy at last
in the Holy Place You can’t stop a man
from loving too much
You can’t go too deep I’m still licking stamps
if you want to swim from trying it once
where the mermaids weep
out of love for Him My pen is too wet
My ink is too black
I`m nothing but lust The Winner won’t get
I’m nothing but pain his foot on the track
I did these mistrust
but Never Again But the one like me
with light in her eye
I say what I want is utterly free
for I am the Child to crawl or to fly
of G-d coming home
and His Wife gone wild And she’ll know the path
I carved through the pain
I don’t need a thing my will cut in half
I use what I have and Freedom between
a moth-eaten wing
a worm cut in half I’ll meet her one day
when the time is right
With these I invoke for me to display
The Name to draw nigh my flare in the night
ROSHI AT 89
for the space in space
Roshi's very tired
to cough up the Word
that seals our Embrace he's lying on his bed
unharmed and unheard
He's been living with the living
And Mercy at last and dying with the dead
for one doubled up
and tied to the mast But now he wants another drink
with the flags of love (will wonders never cease?)
1998
S.O.S
Take a long time with your anger, let them off the hook,
sleepy head. help them off the hook.
Don't waste it in riots. Recognize the hook.
Don't tangle it with ideas. You are listening to Radio Resistance.
The Devil won't let me speak,
At the time of writing Jikan
will only let me hint
Leonard Cohen was a monk practicing
that you are a slave,
at Mt. Baldy Zen Center.
your misery a deliberate policy
of those in whose thrall you suffer,
and who are sustained
by your misfortune. RELIGIOUS STATUES
The atrocities over there, After a while
the interior paralysis over here-- I started playing with dolls
Pleased with the better deal? I loved their peaceful expressions
You are clamped down. They all had their places
You are being bred for pain. in a corner of Room 315
The Devil ties my tongue.
I'm speaking to you, I would say to myself:
'friend of my scribbled life'. It doesn’t matter
You have been conquered by those that you can’t breathe
who know how to conquer invisibly. that you are hopelessly involved
The curtains move so beautifully, in the panic of the situation -
lace curtains of some It is the will of G-d
sweet old intrigue:
the Devil tempting me I’d light a cigarette
to turn away from alarming you. and a stick of Nag Champa
So I must say it quickly. Both would burn too fast
Whoever is in your life, in the draft of the ceiling fan
those who harm you,
those who help you; Then I might say
those whom you know something like:
and those whom you do not know -- Thank You
for the terms of my life I died when I left Montreal
which make it so painfully clear I met women I didn't understand
that I am powerless I pretended to get interested in food
to control You But it was all The Fear of Snow
It was all the Will of G-d
and I’d watch CNN It was all The Heart
the rest of the night swallowing The Other Organs
from a completely different It was Five Days of Summer
point of view. 1999 and Two Days of Spring
Mostly it was the Death of my Dog
Sorrow is the time to begin
MT. BALDY MONKS Longing is the place to rejoice
But I did not begin
After listening to Mozart Longing is the place to rejoice
we go around But I did not begin
with pianos and I did not rejoice
strapped to our backs I was lazy in G-d Books lie open all around me
THE BEST Despite my efforts
they keep coming into my room
India has the best Ice Cream And there is a slab of old stone
America has the best Chocolate with cuneiform inscriptions
England has the best Phlegm When I lived in Montreal
Spain has the best Worms I knew what to wear
Italy has the best Mist I had old clothes
Israel has the best Self-Mockery and old friends
Canada has the best Light and my dog had been dead
Mexico has the best Eagles for only ten or fifteen years
Portugal has the best Circles Fortunately there is no space for regret
Egypt has the best Paper in the Poverty of these Reflections.
Morocco has the best Jews
Japan has the best Creases NOT SO FRIENDLY
I've been to too many countries
Not so friendly today,
are you, darling? I chose the marble chambers
I, too, find myself But You sent me down below.
in a distant mood. You kept me from believing
Maybe it's time Until You let me know:
to take the long way home,
the back streets That I am not the one who loves
where we will be assaulted It's Love that seizes me!
by thugs When hatred with his package comes,
because we are rich, You forbid delivery.
and spit on by old women
who don't like And when the hunger for Your touch
your bare arms. rises from the hunger,
Then how about You whisper, "Child, you've loved enough,
caramel custard now let Me be the Lover".
In that place they know us?
Yes, I'm feeling better Hydra
about you, already. 2000
I'm looking forward
to our white hotel room
where the two puppets ALEXANDRA LEAVING
can be naked at last,
and in each other's arms, (based on The God Abandons Antony,
surrender to the strings. 1999 a poem by Constantine P. Cavafy)
MERCY RETURNS ME
A woman I want -
An honour I covet -
A place where I want my mind to dwell -
Then Mercy returns me
To the fretboard
And the problems of the song. 2000.
2001 And Neither The Traffic
Nor The Weather
THOUSANDS
Will Bother You
In The Least.
Out of the thousands You Will Whip Down The 405
who are known, To San Diego
or who want to be known To Pick Up An Acorn
as poets, For Someone's Proverb
maybe one or two And So On And So Forth.
are genuine In Spite Of The Ache
and the rest are fakes, In Your Heart
hanging around the sacred About The Girl You
precincts Never Found
trying to look like the real thing. And The Fact That
Needless to say After Years Of
I am one of the fakes, Spiritual Rigor You Did Not Manage
and this is my story. 2001. To Enlighten Yourself
A Certain Cheerfulness
Will Begin To
A LIFE OF ERRANDS Arise Out Of Your Crushed
Hopes And Intentions.
If You Are Lucky How Thirstily
You Will Grow Old You Embrace Your Next Commission:
And Live To Sift Through The Sunglasses
A Life Of Errands. At A Lost And Found
You Will Discern In Las Vegas
What People Need Just A Few Hours
And Provide It Across The Desert.
Before They Ask. Your Hair Is White
You Will Drive Your Car You Have Breasts
Here And There And A Gut
Delivering And Fetching Over Your Belt
You Are No Longer A Boy,
Or Even A Man
But A Sense Of Gratitude
Enlivens Every Move You Make.
Yes, Sir, These Are The
Very Gold-Rimmed Pair
She Left In The Plastic Tray
Beside The Dollar Slot Machines.
No, Sir, I Am Not Lying.
THE FLOOD
Israel 1973