11 November 2016

As the Mist Leaves No Scar

As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor ever will.

When wind and hawk encounter,
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter,
Then turn, then fall to sleep.

As many nights endure
Without a moon or star, 
So will we endure
When one is gone and far.

Leonard Cohen
The Spice-Box of Earth 
1961



1 comment:

Julie Crawford said...

Oh Yvette, such a perfect post to remember Leonard Cohen! I have an old copy of this collection, it's one of my treasures.