My Wife And I.

Who can go beyond the first four words?
Who can hurry past the final six?
Poet of the two great intimacies, you have
appeared again to unify our grave concerns.

Where is she now?
Where are these flannel pajamas?
Where is your tenderness to Woman and to God?

I know you are cheating somewhere; nevertheless, I consent to be profoundly touched by the exquisite accident of this paragraph.

I did not have this work in mind as a child, but
I am not ashamed to be your exegete.

– Leonard Cohen.

Page 36. Death of A Lady’s Man.


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