The Spice-Box of Earth by Leonard Cohen

Author:Leonard Cohen [Cohen, Leonard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: McClelland & Stewart
Published: 2018-10-02T00:00:00+00:00

MORNING SONG

She dreamed the doctors arrived

And severed her legs at the knee.

This she dreamed on a morning

Of a night she slept beside me.

Now I was not in this dream

Or the cry of the amputee,

Yet she told me this on a morning

Of a night she slept beside me.

THE UNICORN TAPESTRIES

You stay in the grove

To ambush the unicorn.

I don’t know what the hunters gave,

But all the money of the sun

Falling between the shadows of your face

In yellow coin,

Could not bribe away the scorn

Which fastens up your mouth.

For whom are those hard lips?

The hunters creeping through the green

Beside their iron-collared hounds,

Or that towered head who soon

Will close his eyes

Between your aproned knees?

And when the animal is leashed

To the pomegranate tree,

Don’t come by my prison room,

Singing your victory,

Or charm the guards to untie the chains

With which I was bound before the hunt,

When I cried I was a man.

You stay in the grove

To ambush the unicorn.

And after wander to the poisoned stream

Which the unicorn will never clean,

And greet the good beasts thirsting there,

Then follow through the holes and caves

The animals who poisoned it,

And cohabit in each lair.

I don’t know what the hunters gave,

But all the money of the sun

Falling between the shadows of your face

In yellow coin,

Could not bribe away the scorn

Which fastens up your mouth.

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