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 self-offense,
Doth forge and raise impossibility:
Such as in thick [...]
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 swinging hips
all the way into
your dying imagination
THE FLOOD
The flood it is gathering
Soon it [...]
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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