The Smokey Life - With Lyrics (Leonard Cohen)

It's light, light enough to let it go

E.E.Cummings, You have played

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.
…

E.E. Cummings, You are Tired, (excerpt)

Leonard Cohen - You know who I am

it shall not be like this, ...but as in  R.D. Laing, The politics of experience: when most lost a true meeting can take place (not his letters but )

a perfect goat

she is a perfect goat
nibbling at every thing
in absent-minded presence

i tried to tickle
her hairy chin.
she left
for a walk-about
with an indignant stare

she doesn't like humans
though we are also animals,
hurt and lost and cold.

maybe she just doesn't need us.
maybe she just fears
closeness to predators.
and she is easily bored
as all goats are.

she prefers
grass and bark
and thistles.
no tree is safe from her.

her insatiable curiosity
keeps her
aloof.

she is floating
in the sky
and sometimes
she grins
to herself.

and we don't know
about the company
she keeps inside.

some of us will wait
for her.
but as i am many,
i do not know
who will be there
when she returns.

maybe she does.
know.