Had We Nothing to Prove by Leonard Cohen

Leonard Cohen

Had We Nothing to Prove by Leonard Cohen

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It is Sunday. Haven’t I been here before?

Had We Nothing to Prove

Leonard Cohen

Had we nothing to prove

we might have leaned all night at that window,

merely beside each other,

watching Peel Street, wrought-iron gates

and weather vanes, black lace of trees

between cautious Victorian silhouettes;

but there were obligations, the formalities

of passion; so we sealed the shutters

and were expedient in the brevity of night;

reading with empty sockets moonlight in dull hair,

softness to chafed thighs;

both of us anxious and shaking the night,

with all my arm, she with fingers and gentle;

no hope for silver leaves in the morning.

And always a glance for the brightening windows,

a suspension of breath for the hearing of birds

and incantations to the sun

which stirs in dust behind stone horizons.

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