Leonard Cohen - Poem by Francie Lynch
Some writers are like comets,
A flash, and soon gone;
Ones that burned brightest,
Are rocks that don't burn long.
Some writers are like meteors,
Burning hot through spheres;
As meteorites they stay with us,
Though brighter in younger years.
One writer, Leonard Cohen,
No brighter light revealed;
Still yearning for the fire,
Still burning all these years.
Comments about Leonard Cohen by Francie Lynch
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You