
TO LEONARD COHEN ON THE OCCASION OF HIS 64TH BIRTHDAY
I write the title on the page
And pause
Are you really such an age?
You, my hero, my tortured teacher
What cause
Made you so eloquent a preacher?
I was so impressionable then
A fool
In the ways of men
I wanted them all to be like you
So cool
So deep, so navy blue.
I drank your songs, like heady wine
And cried
The words were yours, the feelings mine.
Th Age of Aquarius, and all its misspent youth,
Has died
But I have found my voice in your truth.
Helen Holmes
I must add that Helen is going to try to update this poem with the advent of Leonard's 70th birthday!


Cheers

Andrew (Darby)