Travel - Leonard Cohen

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TRAVEL

    Loving you, flesh to flesh, I often thought
    Of travelling penniless to some mud throne
    Where a master might instruct me how to plot
    My life away from pain, to love alone
    In the bruiseless embrace of stone and lake.

    Lost in the fields of your hair I was never lost
    Enough to lose a way I had to take;
    Breathless beside your body I could not exhaust
    The will that forbid me contract, vow,
    Or promise, and often while you slept
    I looked in awe beyond your beauty.

    Now I know why many men have stopped and wept
    Halfway between the loves they leave and seek,
    And wondered if travel leads them anywhere -
    Horizons keep the soft line of your cheek,
    The windy sky's a locket for your hair.

      --Leonard Cohen

sappho fragments

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(first post after a lot of lurking...)

Sappho, translated by Anne Carson


52:

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms




168B:

Moon as set
and Pleiades: middle
night, the hour goes by,
alone I lie.