NOSTALGIA

O mystic traveler!

As a warm gentle waft,

You’re in thro’ the secret doors of my alcove;

Snuggled under the red satin quilt,

In gentle strokes you caressed

My thirsty body;

Whispering musical words,

In the naked voice of silence,

You stole my soul,

Left behind a sorrowful corpse.

Anita Bacha

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LEONARD COHEN

Just learnt about the passing of  Leonard Cohen,the Canadian poet, singer and song writer at the age of 85. By mere coincidence, I purchased his poetry book ‘book of longing’ from W.H.Smith last month in Wood Green, London. Since then, I am reading his book every day,little by little, to make it last. ‘book of longing’ is exceptional, easy to read, funny, poetic,romantic, spiritual, sad and sensual. I find myself, my soul in this book…a great loss for the world of poetry…

Frise Bas Perle

NIGHTINGALE

I BUILT MY HOUSE BESIDE THE WOOD

SO I COULD HEAR YOU SINGING

AND IT WAS SWEET AND IT WAS GOOD

AND LOVE WAS ALL BEGINNING

FARE THEE WELL MY NIGHTINGALE

‘TWAS LONG AGO I FOUND YOU

NOW ALL YOUR SONGS OF BEAUTY FAIL

THE FOREST CLOSES’ROUND YOU

THE SUN GOES DOWN BEHIND A VEIL

‘TIS NOW THAT YOU WOULD CALL ME

SO REST IN PEACE MY NIGHTINGALE

BENEATH YOUR BRANCH OF HOLLY

FARE THEE WELL MY NIGHTINGALE

I LIVED BUT TO BE NEAR YOU

THOUGH YOU ARE SINGING SOMEWHERE STILL

I CAN NO LONGER HEAR YOU

LEONARD COHEN