Today’s Lisa-reads-a-love poem is Recitations by Leonard Cohen. I can’t get the sexy swagger Cohen has unless I drink a few bottles of bourbon and smoke another 100 packs of cigarettes, but hopefully you won’t hold that against me.
Recitations by Leonard Cohen
P.S. There is several versions of Cohen reading this poem, this one is my current favorite.
I love cummings’ work but this particular poem has special meaning, which I discussed a couple of months ago:
I cannot write this without thinking of e.e. cummings’ [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in], because that poem sings of my feelings for TheBassist. I have reconciled we may never see each other again, let alone get back together. I do know if/when I see him again, I will cry. Tears of relief, happiness, and everything in-between. Even if that is the only time I ever see him, I will cry. I better remember to not wear make-up.
Together we were not toxic, but I was toxic and in that toxicity I changed the pattern of the relationship. Love, faith, and want, at times, are simply not enough no matter how badly we want them to be.
Which sounds a bit depressing but really is one part hope and another part realistic.
Since it’s coming up on Valentine’s Day, and if you can’t be honest on the 14th of February, when can you?, I thought I would read a few loves poems, one a day, just for fun.
Here is the first poem, which should be obvious:
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by e.e. cummings