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Humbly submitted,


Not Fair
(Letter to LC)

It’s not fair,
Here I am at 40
Lamenting my “youth”
I do not belong in this age
In this body

I should’ve known you
When your hair was dark
As a bronzed crow’s wing in summer
When your eyes were not
Quite so gentle as they are now

But no, here I am, a seventies’ child
Dragging her tail behind those in their sixties,
Trying not to offend older people
As I slink into the back row at your concerts,
Hoping to go unnoticed,
Hiding behind this curtain of colorless hair.

Somewhere, something went off course,
The seed that was me got turned
And plunged into the wrong egg
(My mother would kill me for saying this)
And this old soul got stuck in a middle aged shell

I should’ve been there at least as your friend,
You wouldn’t have had me as a lover, I was not beautiful
But in our old age, I bet we’d still be dear friends
And I’d leave….. as soon as you tired of me

Now I’m playing catch up,
Buying up every Cohen song I can get my hands on
Family and friends just roll their eyes,
Another obsession, they say,
But they haven’t looked at you

I hope your long life stretches into Indian summer,
Well past September so we can sip your wine a while longer
I’ll pay to see you every chance I get,
Because you’re worth every penny

And there you go now,
Tipping your hat to us
You and your once dark hair,
Silvering into sterling

---Rain

That is gorgeous, Rain, very beautiful.
Loved your honesty.
I think Leonard would too.

I agree with Gerry. Rain it's a great poem. I am sure Leonard will read it and love it. He definitely has a new lease on life in his 'golden years'. Long may they continue. Getting all the love of his fans must keep him happy and youthful.

Cheshire gal.

OMG! I nearly cried!

M

What a lovely letter...you should send it to his manager you never know he might get to see it.

i'm sure he'd love to see such a beautiful letter from a dedicated fan.(think this is where you send all correspondence) you never know!!!!!

Mr. Robert Kory at rkory@rkmgment.com.

Mailing address for all correspondence:

RK Management, LLC
9300 Wilshire Blvd.
Suite 200
Beverly Hills,CA 90212
USA

Rain wrote:Humbly submitted,


Not Fair
(Letter to LC)

Now I’m playing catch up,
Buying up every Cohen song I can get my hands on
Family and friends just roll their eyes,
Another obsession, they say,


---Rain

Rain
I can relate 100 per cent with this . I am approaching sixty now and that happened to me twenty years ago !
Good poem/letter
YL

My G~d, that's beautiful, Rain. So honest and eloquent. A truth that comes from deep inside you and wraps itself around Leonard. I'm totally disarmed by your thoughts, your words, your logic, and your heart. It flows simply like a late-night confession to one you love. So straightforward and calm.

You speak for many, yet I don't know that anyone has said it better. Please send it to Leonard. He deserves to read it; and you deserve to have him do so. I have no idea how you look, Rain, but I can tell you you're beautiful.


~ Lizzy

A lovely tribute, Rain.

I wonder if there is any other poet/troubadour who has touched so many so deeply that they consider him to be a close and very dear friend...?

I don't know what to say here except.....thanks a million for the responses everybody. I see a lot of good stuff on this thread, people with more poetic gift than I have. I don't know where this came from. I woke up the other morning out of a dead sleep with the phrase "silvering into sterling" in my head and it sort of morphed into this thing about LC. And this after I posted a plain silly rhyming thing over in the Comments section, because I didn't think it fit in THIS thread. So I've got one silly poem and one serious posted. And I don't know what to make of either one of them. They just sort of happened....

Mr. Cohen might like it, or not. I'm sure he's read volumes of really good poetry in his time.
I might get up the nerve and send it.......thanks very much for the support and compliments.....

Grateful Rain

Dear Rain,
you wrote
" you wouldn`t have had me as a lover, I was not beautiful......!

You MUST be beautiful, cause only " beautiful" people ( man / women )
are able to write poems like this.
You really should send your poem to Leonard, he will like it and I almost
can see him smile

Thanks... and Greeetings, Susanne
PS. will send you a extra PM.

It came to me earlier tonight that your voice in your poem is sweet, sexy, and sincere. It's not that Leonard hasn't read all kinds of poetry, however, something like this could only please him. It's a genuine tribute.

"silvering into sterling"

The perfect inspirational beginning of your poem. It really set the stage for all that surrounded it.


~ Lizzy

That's beautiful, Rain! When words come from so deep in the heart, and resonate with others, as yours do, you may, indeed, call it really good poetry! Thanks for sharing.

Rain writes:

It’s not fair,
Here I am at 40
Lamenting my “youth”
I do not belong in this age
In this body

It is a melancholy fact in human experience, the passing away of ones youth.

Rain, I enjoyed your poem. Your words generous within their sketched beauty, in spite of lost youth, blooming freely on the page with original invention. They shape a warm sentiment for all to enjoy, especially dear LC.

Rain writes:

I hope your long life stretches into Indian summer,
Well past September so we can sip your wine a while longer
I’ll pay to see you every chance I get,
Because you’re worth every penny

Though we become somewhat of a stranger to our lost youth, we are left with a promise of indian summers monologue, and providing the rain falls, we can step into its glorious riot of colors open-booked, mind ablaze.

And so it is, every season has its own beauty and we can delight in its hallelujah, just as we rejoice in Leonard Cohen’s meticulous Hallelujah, so well-orchestrated in those secret chords as he sweeps us to our knees. We are blessed as we drink his song and dance through life with souls as light as air.

Hi carm ~

Your post is so beautifully written. It expresses a perspective that is opposite of mine regarding the "youth" spoken of in rain's poem.

I took her lament to be in the reverse of the norm. Normally, people tend to lament their lack of/losing of their youth; yet, in her case, she seems to lament the fact of it and how her being born at such a later date meant her coming to Leonard much later, as well... and the dream potential of having known him back then. For had she lived when Leonard did, so as to be his age now, she wouldn't have to lament that fact of her current youth [and how it placed her in 'history'] that she is living with now. It was such a wonderful twist on the norm. I see rain AS an older woman in a younger woman's body, during a time and an age that is not the same as when Leonard was significantly younger with that black hair.

Your perspective on 'lost youth' is so gracious, beautiful, and inspiring.


~ Lizzy

Lizzy –

I agree – Rain's poem was wishing she was Leonard's contemporary, not born 30 + years later than he.

Your point is made in such a respectful, gentle manner, Lizzy