Poetry is just the evidence of life.
If your life is burning well,
poetry is just the ash.
with the photographs there and the moss.
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty,
my cheap violin and my cross.”
... And I'll dance with you in Vienna,
I'll be wearing a river's disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.
~Leonard Cohen
“Yet when we came back, from the hyacinth garden,
Yours arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing.
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed und leer das Meer ('waste and empty in the sea')"
~T.S. Eliot
I don't remember
lighting this cigarette
and I don't remember
if I'm here alone
or waiting for someone
If you don't become the ocean,
you'll be seasick every day
Reality is one of the possibilities
I cannot afford to ignore
.. i didn't fall in love of course
it's never up to you
but she was walking back and forth
and i was passing through”
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