“And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.”

—  Leonard Cohen, book Let Us Compare Mythologies

Source: Let Us Compare Mythologies

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Canadian poet and singer-songwriter 1934–2016

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