Sunday, October 23, 2011

Poem of the day #26

A Kite is a Victim
Leonard Cohen

A kite is a victim you are sure of.
You love it because it pulls
gentle enough to call you master,
strong enough to call you fool;
because it lives
like a desperate trained falcon
in the high sweet air,
and you can always haul it down
to tame it in your drawer.

A kite is a fish you have already caught
in a pool where no fish come,
so you play him carefully and long,
and hope he won't give up,
or the wind die down.

A kite is the last poem you've written
so you give it to the wind,
but you don't let it go
until someone finds you
something else to do.

A kite is a contract of glory
that must be made with the sun,
so you make friends with the field
the river and the wind,
then you pray the whole cold night before,
to make you worthy and lyric and pure.


Bahnree said...

It's pretty. *pets it*

Hahahaha now I'm imagining what my professors would do if I ever called a poem pretty...I bet they have an underground gibbet for students like that.

Snazel said...

Especially if you called CANADIAN poem pretty. I'm pretty sure they throw rats in with you for that.

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