Leonard Cohen: My Mother Asleep

 

Leonard Cohen

MY MOTHER ASLEEP

 

remebering my mother

at a theatre in Athens

thirty

thirty-five years ago

a revue by Theodorakis

those great songs

she fell asleep

in the chair beside mine

in the open-air theatre

she had arrived from Montreal

and the play started

close to midnight

and she slept though

the mandolins

the climbing harmonies

and the great songs

I was young

I hadn’t had my children

I didn’t know how far away

your love could be

I didn’t know

how tired you could get

 

Leonard Cohen, Book ofLonging

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