Wednesday, July 26, 2017

and let me

and let me 
out of the grey of time

make you
who flies out of my hands

like a red bird
to sing of the wonder

of ordinary deeds
let me       pierce the mourning

with the needles and ribbons
of my creation

let me ignore those
who cannot make    because they do not know

let me take the drab and dull
of my mind

and burnish it 
in the solitude at night

let me set you free
so that you can show your true face

while I sit placidly
like a piece of furniture   tidy in place

Leonard Cohen (with Jennifer Warnes) - If It Be Your Will -

Remedios Varo 

Remedios Varo Uranga

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