Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye by Leonard Cohen
I can't sleep. I can't work. Not being part of someone's life—I think that will always be one of my biggest hurts. Do you know that warmth you get while in a relationship? The one where you felt so beautiful?
Had We Nothing to Prove by Leonard Cohen
It is Sunday. Haven't I been here before? Had We Nothing to Prove Leonard Cohen Had we nothing to prove we might have leaned all night at that window, merely beside each other, watching Peel Street, wrought-iron gates and weather vanes, black lace of trees between cautious
These Heroics by Leonard Cohen
I really, really, really want that book. These Heroics Leonard Cohen If I had a shining head and people turned to stare at me in the streetcars; and I could stretch my body through the bright water and keep abreast of fish and water snakes; if I could
Anthem by Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen's Poems and Songs (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets) will be released on April 5, 2011. Man oh man, was my reaction a few nights ago. He's one of my favourites. He leaves me speechless. It's hard to find copies
Love Itself by Leonard Cohen
I finally did it. I wrote a letter. After days, nights, of thinking and trying to find the right words. That was folly. There were never the right words. Only those that will hurt, in the end. Love Itself Leonard Cohen The
I Wonder How Many People in This City by Leonard Cohen
It is Sunday. I intend to lie all day and listen to music and let my melancholy cover me like a blanket. I Wonder How Many People in This City Leonard Cohen I wonder how many people in this city live in furnished
I Am Dying by Leonard Cohen
Well, to hell with all that, really. I go when I please, and never before. I Am Dying Leonard Cohen I am dying because you have not died for me and the world still loves you. I write this because I know that your kisses are born blind on the
Beneath My Hands by Leonard Cohen
I used to read this all the time. I have written it in journals, recited it to myself in the dark. I said, someday if a man reads this to me, if a man knows this poem and gives it
How Could I Have Doubted by Leonard Cohen
Oh, Leonard. When I read your words: oh, oh, oh—I always have my hand on my heart. How Could I Have Doubted Leonard Cohen I stopped looking for you I stopped waiting for you I stopped dying for you and I started dying for myself I aged
All There is to Know About Adolph Eichmann by Leonard Cohen
Throwing away my papers in English class during freshman year. Found this poem. I think I was writing about the doctors and their cruel human experiments, especially Josef Mengele. There came a point when I needed to walk away, and