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Leonard Cohen – Elegy

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Autore: Leonard Cohen -

Leonard-Cohen-ElegiaDo not look for him
In brittle mountain streams:
They are too cold for any god;
And do not examine the angry rivers
For shreds of his soft body
Or turn the shore stones for his blood;
But in the warm salt ocean
He is descending through cliffs
Of slow green water
And the hovering coloured fish
Kiss his snow-bruised body
And build their secret nests
In his fluttering winding-sheet.

 

From “Let Us Compare Mythologies”

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