Results from COHEN'S POEMS: 31 - 40 of 44 total results for The only poem
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you shared your beauty / This I only learned tonight / as I recall the mirrors / you walked away from / after you had given them / whatever they claimed / for my initiation / Now I am a shadow
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It is his hunger only that is the source of his anxiety. It is the solitude of his hunger that terrifies him into a monkish consideration of giving up her ass. Her ass is still upstairs, and he's up there
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who knows the sky / is made only of wave-lengths. / Now if you want to stand up, / stand up lightly, / we'll lightly march around the city. / I'm behind you, man, / and the streets are spread with
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Do not even try. You will only hold yourself up to the scorn of those who have felt things deeply. We have seen newsreels of humans in the extremities of pain and dislocation. Everyone knows you are eating
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the starvation we do not tell about / We do what only lovers can / make a gift out of necessity / Looking at our clothes / folded over the chair / I see we no longer follow fashion / and we own
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You worry that I will leave you. / I will not leave you. / Only strangers travel. / Owning everything, / I have nowhere to go.
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nor Tom, who only loves when neighbours watch -- / one mistakes the ballet for the chart, / one hopes that gossip will perform like art. / And what of art? When passion dies / friendship hovers round
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and end the reason's fever. / But in her hand she held Christ's splinter, / so I could only laugh and press a warm coin / across her seasoned breasts: / but I remembered clearly then your insane letters
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and when he knew for certain / only drowning men could see him / he said All men will be sailors then / until the sea shall free them, / but he himself was broken / long before the sky would open,
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I said to myself and at the same time I answered gently, Do you think so? / I heard you humming beautifully, your hum said that I can't ignore you, that I'd finally come around for a number of delicious