Leonard Cohen ,The Window

Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of a sickness
That loosens the high silver nerves

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul

And come forth from the cloud of unknowing
And kiss the cheek of the moon
The New Jerusalem glowing
Why tarry all night in the ruin
And leave no word of discomfort
And leave no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be silent
Like a rose on its ladder of thorns

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love...

Then lay your rose on the fire
The fire give up to the sun
The sun give over to splendour
In the arms of the high holy one
For the holy one dreams of a letter
Dreams of a letter's death
Oh bless thee continuous stutter
Of the word being made into flesh

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love...

Gentle this soul

it is...beautiful and touches me,
is gentle, and the heart will melt
all ice and this what is under it~
it is not only sad but calls faith

Leonard Cohen , Villanelle For Our Time

Björk ,Unison

Kroke, Anna Maria Jopek ,River of Shadows

Bjork ,One day

Bjork ,Like someone in love

broken lines, cooking at night

broken lines,
the poles snapped
here and there
with rain freezing,

coating them with ice.
interference crackling
in the ear, and the
snow falls and falls

to cover the fields
the green and the dead
in  unspeakable
silence

only broken
by gushes of wind
and the sound
of footsteps

off and on
swallowed by
stillness
in a world

without echo.
broken lines,
broken lines.
i am cooking at night


for reference:
i am cooking soup
with barley grain
and olive oil

Bjork ,Come to me

Saint-Saens , The Carnival of the Animals

Patti Smith ,Maria, 2012

another day passed