Tuesday, October 25, 2005

the way back - a poem by leonard cohen

but i am not lost
anymore than leaves are lost
or buried vases
i would only give you second thoughts.

i know you must call me traitor
because i have wasted my blood
in aimless love
and you are right
blood like that
never won an inch of star

you know how to call me
although such a noise now
would only confuse the air
neither of us can forget
the steps we danced
the words you stretched
to call me out of dust

yes i long for you
not as a leaf for weather
or vase for hands
but with a narrow human longing
that makes a man refuse
and fields but his own.

i wait for you at an
unexpected place in your journey
like the rusted key
or the feather you do not pick up
until the way back
after it is clear
the remote and painful destination
changed nothing in your life.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

this is the first search result for this poem, and being one of my favorites, i'd appreciate it if you GOT IT RIGHT. You are missing a verse in the first stanza. The fourth line is: this is not my time
Also, you left out the word just in the fourth stanza. not just as a leaf for weather

Please fix.

August 06, 2010 5:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And it NEVER WAS fixed either. This was a request from 2010 for God's sake! 2010!!! This is the work of a literary genius and no one even cares. What has this world come to?!

March 28, 2015 10:14 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Agree with earlier posts - every word is carefully chosen in any poem - you know that - so disrespectful of the poet not to correct omissions. Especially this poem and this poet.

October 20, 2015 11:03 AM  

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