that man

      that man
              to Leonard Cohen RIP

that man
in his elegant
disguise of
razored
word
took us down
to the river
that twisted with
light amidst long
runs of darkness,
that river sounded
like a whisper into
the microphone
of dream,
ran with the
strength of a
lover’s body
all the length
of touch,
ran over
sunken gardens
and that stone
carved deeper
than the night
with the name that
can never be said
that his people
lost and carry ever
in its loss

now
we who
loved the
spoken edge
of you
must
carry
yours

12 november 2016

6 Responsesso far.

  1. Editor Editor says:

    Great Tribute Peter

  2. Mark Prisco Mark Prisco says:

    Thanks Peter. Have just re-read it.

  3. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    FYI Marco, the poem you kindly mentioned is on this site, the bell has struck for Leonard:
    http://poetry.org.nz/peterlebaigeyahoo-com/troubadors/

  4. john keast john keast says:

    Razored word: how right.
    Thank you, Peter

  5. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    Many thanks, Marco, me too. His letter to Marianne said it all, that he was ‘right behind!’. The man he was, was bound to know……

  6. Mark Prisco Mark Prisco says:

    I was waiting for this poem, Peter. I remember the poem in 3 parts (Dylan, Lennon, and Cohen) you wrote a few years ago. A beautiful tribute – that poem, and this. His death has made me sad.

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