Wednesday, 13 May 2015

The Word - My Mother Asleep






remembering 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 that day 
from Montreal 
and the play started close to midnight 
and she slept through 
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 


..... My Mother Asleep: A Poem By Leonard Cohen 
From Book Of Longing 




















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