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  • POEM: Take This Waltz by Leonard Cohen (5/4/2006 8:33:00 PM)

    My comments have been mixed in with the song

    Take this Waltz by Leonard Cohen

    Now in vienna there’s ten pretty women
    attendees at the service
    There’s a shoulder where death comes to cry
    people consoleing each other
    There’s a lobby with nine hundred windows
    a church for a funeral service
    There’s a tree where the doves go to die
    a crucifix
    There’s a piece that was torn from the morning
    a women who died to young
    And it hangs in the gallery of frost
    the casket
    Ay, ay, ay, ay
    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    this life that they once had together
    Take this waltz with the clamp on it’s jaws
    clamp- no way to communicate now with the departed

    Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
    On a chair with a dead magazine
    he is remembering her and he wants her right their on the chair in the sitting room with the old copies of magezines.
    In the cave at the tip of the lily
    the flowers
    In some hallways where love’s never been
    in the hallways of the building
    On a bed where the moon has been sweating
    in bed with each other
    In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
    a walk along the beach
    Ay, ay, ay, ay
    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    Take it’s broken waist in your hand
    the waltz or dance that they did together ended so it is broken

    This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
    With it’s very own breath of brandy and death
    Dragging it’s tail in the sea
    he is remembering there relationship and morning it and the lose of her life

    There’s a concert hall in vienna
    she was a singer
    Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
    the audience
    There’s a bar where the boys have stopped talking
    her fans
    They’ve been sentenced to death by the blues
    Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
    a picture of her that he is looking at which is hard to look (he has to climb to it) at now
    With a garland of freshly cut tears?
    and he is crying
    Ay, ay, ay, ay
    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    Take this waltz it’s been dying for years
    the memory had been fading as time went by

    There’s an attic where children are playing
    they talked of having children together
    Where I’ve got to lie down with you soon
    memories of being with her / whats to be with her again
    In a dream of hungarian lanterns
    a dream
    In the mist of some sweet afternoon
    And I’ll see what you’ve chained to your sorrow
    whats to know why see killed her self
    All your sheep and your lilies of snow
    Ay, ay, ay, ay
    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    With it’s I’ll never forget you, you know!
    he wont ever forget her

    This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz...

    And I’ll dance with you in vienna
    I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise
    ? still have not gotten this one
    The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
    My mouth on the dew of your thighs
    And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
    loosing himself in her memory
    With the photographs there, and the moss
    And I’ll yield to the flood of your beauty
    My cheap violin and my cross
    my guitar and my cross
    And you’ll carry me down on your dancing
    To the pools that you lift on your wrist
    she slit her wrists
    Oh my love, oh my love
    Take this waltz, take this waltz
    It’s yours now. it’s all that there is.
    all he has to give her is the memory of what they had.

  • POEM: Lake by Czeslaw Milosz (3/31/2005 10:59:00 PM)

    Milosz's Lake Poem

    This poem was posted as the poem of the day.

    I will give a stab at what I think this poem is about.

    I think it is about a man reflecting on his dead girlfriend.

    'Maidenly lake, fathomless lake'

    standing by a lake staring into the water thinking and remembering. the unconscious.

    there is the lake itself-maiden lake
    and there is depth and the darkness-fathomless lake

    'stay as you were once, overgrown with rushes, '

    remembering her as she was alive.

    'Idling with a reflected cloud, for my sake'

    simply sees the reflection of a cloud in the water.

    'Whom your shore no longer touches.'

    she is no longer her to see the cloud.

    'your girl was always real to me'

    he remembers her as she was when she was alive.

    'Her bones lie in a city by the sea'

    while she has departed her remains are still left on the earth in the ground.

    'Everything occurs too normally'

    she died in the normal course of things

    'A unique love simply wears away'

    he let the relationship lag while she was still alive and now he regrets it.

    'Girl, hey, Girl, we repose in an abyss'

    calling out to her now across the divide between life and death.

    'How could a creature, ephemeral, eternal.'

    she is hear one day, and now she is hear for all eternity in his memory.

    'Measure for me necessity and fate? '

    He realizes that he needs her and that fate has intervened.

    'You are locked with me in a letter-crystal'

    her memory is locked in his mind possibly with the aid of a love letter that he still keeps.

    'No matter that you're not a living maid'

    His feelings for her are not dependent on her physical state of being.

    David Perrings from United States

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