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FINAL SOLILOQUY OF THE INTERIOR PARAMOUR Light the first light of evening, as in a room In which we rest and, for small reason, think The world imagined is the ultimate good. This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous. It is in that thought that we collect ourselves, Out of all the indifferences, into one [...] IMAGINING STARRY The place of language is the place between me and the world of presences I have lost —complex country, not flat. Its elements free- float, coherent for luck to come across; its lines curve as in a mental orrery implicit with stars in active orbit, only their slowness or swiftness lost [...] SONNET 100 In night when colors all to black are cast, Distinction lost, or gone down with the light; The eye a watch to inward senses placed, Not seeing, yet still having powers of sight, Gives vain alarums to the inward sense, Where fear stirred up with witty tyranny, Confounds all powers, and thorough [...] 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 triad And the crisis of the song. SWEET TIME How sweet time feels when it’s too late and you don’t have to follow her [...] Yeah, yeah, yeah … quotes of the day, two days in a row. Deal with it. SWEET TIME How sweet time feels when it’s too late and you don’t have to follow her swinging hips all the way into your dying imagination. — Leonard Cohen (b. 1934), Canadian poet, novelist and singer-songwriter. |
      
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