• Francesca Patanè

Book Of Longing



(Dear Reader)

I can´t make the hills

The system is shot

I´m living on pills

for which I thank G-d


There´s sun in the leaves

and birds in the tree.

Nobody believes

it´s written by Thee.


I used to be song

I used to be cock

but time is long gone

past my laughingstock


I bid you good-bye

There´s nothing to add

I´ve tried and I try

to stop going mad


I followed the course

from chaos to art

My dick was the horse

my life was the cart


I´m back at my desk

(the end of the line)

a bee in my breast

a snake in my spine


The silverware shines

that my mother left

to me when she died

fulfilled and bereft


My leash is too long

I think that I´m free

I´d leap at the young

but I´m sixty-three


I know what I want

It took many lives

I´m cured by the cunt

I´m killed by the eyes


The sorrows are real

as froth on the wave

as shit on the beach

the city´s disgrace


Who cares what I say

I´m not who I was

I´m paid what I pay

I´m always in love


The summer won´t come

´till I go to bed

The birds will return

when the dog is dead


You can´t say it right

when you touch yourself

But truth´s not advice

It is total health


The crap on my back

the piss in my face

but happy at last

in the Holy Place


You can´t go too deep

if you want to swim

where the mermaids weep

out of love for Him


I`m nothing but lust

I´m nothing but pain

I did these mistrust

but Never Again


I say what I want

for I am the Child

of G-d coming home

and His Wife gone wild


I don´t need a thing

I use what I have

a moth-eaten wing

a worm cut in half


With these I invoke

The Name to draw nigh

I´m clamped in a stock

to hold my head high


My animal howls

My angel´s upset

And deep in my bowels

the shit of regret


You can´t stop a man

from loving too much

I´m still licking stamps

from trying it once


My pen is too wet

My ink is too black

The Winner won´t get

his foot on the track


But the one like me

with light in her eye

is utterly free

to crawl or to fly


And she´ll know the path

I carved through the pain

my will cut in half

and Freedom between


I´ll meet her one day

when the time is right

for me to display

my flare in the night


for the space in space

to cough up the Word

that seals our Embrace

unharmed and unheard


And Mercy at last

for one doubled up

and tied to the mast

with the flags of love


And thank´s be to you

for helping me out

when Youth had no clue

what´s it all about


Your kindness is kind

your trueness is true

I pray that you´ll find

your Beloved, too


as I have found mine

where I´d never look:

in the threaded spine

of my Longing Book.


Leonard Cohen

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C

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