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Poetry Disclaimer
Welcome to these lines
I threw open the shutters light fell on this poem
I threw open the shutters: light fell on these lines
This is the only poem
All men delight you
I’d like to read
Portrait of a girl
My skin is made of stars
There are no traitors among women
Poetry begun in this mood rarely succeeds
I am invisible to night
It takes a long time to see you Terez
I did not know until you walked away
Overheard on every corner
Did you ever moan beneath me
I am no longer at my best practising
I perceived the outline of your breasts
I don’t want you to know who I am
I know there’s no such thing as hell or heaven
I try to keep in touch wherever I am
Your eyes are very strong
It is not to tell you anything
O love did the world come to you
There is no end to my hatred
I am dying
Cutting the hair
I left a woman waiting
I wore a medal of the Virgin
You are a much finer person than I am
I don’t know what to call it, he said
The silly girl, the silly girl
I make this song for thee
Listening to her song
Each day he lugged
Scorpion
Stay
If I could tell you
What character could possibly engage my boredom
She sat down at the piano
Morocco
I was lost
There is no one
The progress of my style
I dream of torturing you
Leaning over his poem
Crying, Come back, Hero
You provide the furniture
Over there a little altar
One of these days
Beauty speaks in the third act
Picture of the artist and his room
Why is it I have nothing to say to you
This is a threat
Terez and Deanne elude me
You need her
How we used to approach The Book of Changes: 1966
To the men and women
I sit with the old men
There was a veil between them
I will grow old
I dress in black
I walk through the old yellow sunlight
Dance on the money
I have been cruel to you
Perhaps it is because my music
The sea-lions live a wonderful life
The Ark you’re building
What has taken place in your body and your head
I let your mind enter me
Welcome home
I could not wait for you
They locked up a man
You are almost always with someone else
Dipped myself in a future night
Come down to my room
Valentina gave me four months
I have a sneer for you
It gets dark at four o’clock now
It was a while ago
You tore your shirt
You want me at all times
Why did you spend
It is a trust to me
He whistled to himself
His suicide was simply not a puzzle
I am punished when I do not work on this poem
Perhaps she would come again
the 15-year old girls
On hearing that Irving Layton was kissed by Allen Ginsberg at a Toronto poetry reading
The poet is drunk
We call it sunlight
War is no longer needed
The killers that run the other countries
Dear Mailer
On leaving France
Love is a fire
Whenever I happen to see you
The form of poetry
Song for my assassin
I don’t know what happens
I can’t believe what they say is true
O darling (as we used to say)
I have no talent left
This is my voice
This is the poem we have been waiting for
How we loved you
The poems donߣt love us anymore
Layton was wrong
I think it is safe to tell you where I
For a long time
Any system you contrive without us
Each man
One of the lizards
You went to work at the U.N.
Every time my wife has a baby
I see the ocean from my window
There is nothing here
By Leonard Cohen
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