Leonard Cohen
the letters
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You never liked to get
The letters that I sent.
But now you've got the gist
Of what my letters meant.
You're reading them again,
The ones you didn't burn.
You press them to your lips,
My pages of concern.
I said there'd been a flood.
I said there's nothing left.
I hoped that you would come.
I gave you my address.
Your story was so long,
The plot was so intense,
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.
The wounded forms appear:
The loss, the full extent;
And simple kindness here,
The solitude of strength.
You walk into my room.
You stand there at my desk,
Begin your letter to
The one who's coming next.
- Album:
- You Want It Darker
- The Classic Interview
- Popular Problems
- Live in Dublin
- Old Ideas
- Live In London
- Live From The Isle Of Wight
- Dear Heather
- Ten New Songs
- The Future
- Various Positions
- Recent Songs
- New Skin For The Old Ceremony
- Songs Of Love And Hate
- Songs from a Room
- Songs Of Leonard Cohen
- Miscellaneous
- Born To The Breed A Tribute To Judy Collins
- Live Songs
- You Want It Darker (Paul Kalkbrenner Remix)