For Anne Poem by Leonard Cohen - Poem Hunter Comments
For Anne
Poem by Leonard Cohen
With Annie gone,
whose eyes to compare
with the morning sun?
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Not that Idid compare,
Report ReplyBut I do compare
Now that she's gone. Now that she is gone. expression of the inexpressible. tony
A short poem, that still has emotional depth and density.
Report ReplyTo compare Annie with the morning sun is a super image.
I love short poems. One of my favorites is WC Williams This is Just to Say. This poem is its mirror, except it deals with emotions and not a physical sensation like taste - so much harder, deeper, insightful subject matter, so much harder to get it RIGHT. This poem is a joy despite its quality of longing.
Report ReplyA superb tribute paid to the departed love.
Report ReplyOne of my most favourite singers/songwriters. So much feelings into his lyrics and songs.
Report ReplySuch a sentimental poem.... Superb! ! ! Thanks for posting....
Report ReplySuch a nice offering to make ones dearest one immoral! Cohen not a name but a depth to dip silently. Beautiful.
Report ReplyTouching drop.We realise the worth of someone when he/she is gone. Thanks for sharing. Simply outstanding.
Report ReplyShe's gone! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Report ReplyThree exclamation points to celebrate the death of the narrator's love interest. You must be a callous fool and complete ignoramus incapable of reading, let alone feelings of compassion.
Love is what makes one perfect and more so in a romantic relationship. This poem is unique where one of the partners is no more but the sentiments remain. Extremely heart-touching and poignant. Thanks.
Report ReplyTouched.
Report ReplyWhen the beloved is gone, we compare many things that we did not notice when she was around.
........beautiful and sad ★
Report ReplyRing the bells that still can ring
Report ReplyForget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
There's a lot to be said for short poems. Leonard is my inspiration.
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