L. Cohen ~ Night Comes On
A topic here, had me reflecting upon what it means to be human, religious, and the terrible lies we give each other, while holding rhythmic verses, holding a kindness, with a poetic way of rhyming the meaningful verses almost silently, joyous, with reflection and sadness. The beauty of language unfolding more with a prayer. A poet of the heart knows inside how to pull these auspices together.... for those few.
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[i]I went down to the place
Where I knew she lay waiting
Under the marble and the snow
I said, "Mother I'm frightened
The thunder and the lightning
I'll never come through this alone"
She said, "I'll be with you
My shawl wrapped around you
My hand on your head when you go"
And the night came on
It was very calm
I wanted the night to go on and on
But she said, "Go back, go back to the world"
We were fightin' in Egypt
When they signed this agreement
That nobody else had to die
There was this terrible sound
My father went down
With a terrible wound in his side
He said, "Try to go on
Take my books, take my gun
Remember, my son, how they lied"
And the night comes on
It's very calm
I'd like to pretend that my father was wrong
But you don't want to lie, not to the young
We were locked in this kitchen
I took to religion
And I wondered how long she would stay
I needed so much
To have nothing to touch
I've always been greedy that way
But my son and my daughter
Climbed out of the water
Crying, "Papa, you promised to play"
And they lead me away
To the great surprise
It's "Papa, don't peek, Papa, cover your eyes"
And they hide, they hide in the world
Now I look for her always
I'm lost in this calling
I'm tied to the threads of some prayer
Saying, "When will she summon me
When will she come to me
What must I do to prepare"
When she bends to my longing
Like a willow, like a fountain
She stands in the luminous air
And the night comes on
It's very calm
I lie in her arms, she says, "When I'm gone
I'll be yours, yours for a song"
Now the crickets are singing
The vesper bells ringing
The cat's curled asleep in his chair
I'll go down to Bill's Bar
I can make it that far
And I'll see if my friends are still there
Yes, and here's to the few
Who forgive what you do
And the fewer who don't even care
And the night comes on
It's very calm
I want to cross over, I want to go home
But she says, "Go back, go back to the world"[/i]
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[i]I went down to the place
Where I knew she lay waiting
Under the marble and the snow
I said, "Mother I'm frightened
The thunder and the lightning
I'll never come through this alone"
She said, "I'll be with you
My shawl wrapped around you
My hand on your head when you go"
And the night came on
It was very calm
I wanted the night to go on and on
But she said, "Go back, go back to the world"
We were fightin' in Egypt
When they signed this agreement
That nobody else had to die
There was this terrible sound
My father went down
With a terrible wound in his side
He said, "Try to go on
Take my books, take my gun
Remember, my son, how they lied"
And the night comes on
It's very calm
I'd like to pretend that my father was wrong
But you don't want to lie, not to the young
We were locked in this kitchen
I took to religion
And I wondered how long she would stay
I needed so much
To have nothing to touch
I've always been greedy that way
But my son and my daughter
Climbed out of the water
Crying, "Papa, you promised to play"
And they lead me away
To the great surprise
It's "Papa, don't peek, Papa, cover your eyes"
And they hide, they hide in the world
Now I look for her always
I'm lost in this calling
I'm tied to the threads of some prayer
Saying, "When will she summon me
When will she come to me
What must I do to prepare"
When she bends to my longing
Like a willow, like a fountain
She stands in the luminous air
And the night comes on
It's very calm
I lie in her arms, she says, "When I'm gone
I'll be yours, yours for a song"
Now the crickets are singing
The vesper bells ringing
The cat's curled asleep in his chair
I'll go down to Bill's Bar
I can make it that far
And I'll see if my friends are still there
Yes, and here's to the few
Who forgive what you do
And the fewer who don't even care
And the night comes on
It's very calm
I want to cross over, I want to go home
But she says, "Go back, go back to the world"[/i]
46-50, M
