All Poems

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Here let us linger at will and delightsomely hearken
Music aeolian of wind in the boughs of pine,
Timbrel of falling waters, sounds all soft and sonorous,
Worshipful litanies sung at a bannered shrine.

A Winter Day

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

I The air is silent save where stirs
A bugling breeze among the firs;
The virgin world in white array
Waits for the bridegroom kiss of day;

A Winter Dawn

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

Above the marge of night a star still shines,
And on the frosty hills the sombre pines
Harbor an eerie wind that crooneth low
Over the glimmering wastes of virgin snow.

A Summer Day

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

I The dawn laughs out on orient hills
And dances with the diamond rills;
The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs
The silken, beaded gossamers;

A Request

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

When I am dead
I would that ye make my bed
On that low-lying, windy waste by the sea,
Where the silvery grasses rustle and lisp;

A Day Off

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

Let us put awhile away
All the cares of work-a-day,
For a golden time forget,
Task and worry, toil and fret,
Let us take a day to dream
In the meadow by the stream.

A Day in the Open

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

Ho, a day
Whereon we may up and away,
With a fetterless wind that is out on the downs,
And there piping a call to the fallow and shore,

Landscapes

© Andree Chedid

Behind faces and gestures
We remain mute
And spoken words heavy
With what we ignore or keep silent
Betray us

The Ever-Patient Woman

© Andree Chedid

In the flowing sap
In her growing fever
Parting her veils
Cracking out of her shells
Sliding out of her skins

The Voice

© Andree Chedid

In what bare tomb must I lie
To summon the voice
That speaks like my soul?

The Final Poem

© Andree Chedid

Where are the words,
The undying fire,
The final poem?
The source of life?

Take This Waltz

© Leonard Cohen

(After Lorca)

Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women.
There's a shoulder where death comes to cry.

Story Of Isaac

© Leonard Cohen

The door it opened slowly,
my father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,

I'm Your Man

© Leonard Cohen

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you

First We Take Manhattan

They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin.

Tower Of Song

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day

Democracy

It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feel
that it ain't exactly real,

The Future

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture

Sisters Of Mercy

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go
on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me

Everybody Knows

(co-written by Sharon Robinson)
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over