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A tribute to Leonard Cohen, one of the main influences on my life and my writing.
Sept 21, 1934 - Nov 7, 2016

To the Poet

by Profe Steve a tribute to the late poet Leonard Cohen, who influenced so much of my life and my own poor words.

First: a quote from LC "I had a sense of unease because I’ve always felt some ambiguity about an award for poetry. Poetry comes from a place that no one commands, that no one conquers. So I feel somewhat like a charlatan to accept an award for an activity which I do not command...

"... In other words, if I knew where the good songs came from I would go there more often." And now, my tribute:

In ecstasy of pain you bled

In ecstasy of pain you bled Upon the folds and creases.

In ecstasy of pain you bled Upon the folds and creases. Phrases uttered, words left unsaid,

In ecstasy of pain you bled Upon the folds and creases. Phrases uttered, words left unsaid, Imbued our souls’ deep reaches.

You wrestled burning demons

You wrestled burning demons To bear our souls to the heights,

You wrestled burning demons To bear our souls to the heights, Spent yourself so what remains,

You wrestled burning demons To bear our souls to the heights, Spent yourself so what remains, Are the shadows between the lights.

Yet those shadows glow with embers

Yet those shadows glow with embers Of undying, ceaseless passion.

Yet those shadows glow with embers Of undying, ceaseless passion. Against the march of cold Decembers

Yet those shadows glow with embers Of undying, ceaseless passion. Against the march of cold Decembers To lend hope in winters ashen.

You sang the songs that rent your heart

You sang the songs that rent your heart To make us ever see the bliss

You sang the songs that rent your heart To make us ever see the bliss That comes from drinking deep the art

You sang the songs that rent your heart To make us ever see the bliss That comes from drinking deep the art Of poetry’s eternal kiss.

*** The first time I heard LC's music was in 1967. I have consistently listened to him for over 50 years. He was still writing, singing, and touring when he died at 82.

"There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in."

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