Yesterday, I spotted a post about a new book coming out about this song:
On Facebook, I became involved in one of those online discussions that is almost impossible to leave and haunts you for hours.
The lyric centers around a word that was formerly the sole province of formal religious adoration. Mr. Cohen provided a secular context that, upon deeper examination, is simultaneously spiritual. Everything in his poem is ambiguous, and that ambiguity and dissonance plays off the captivating hymn-like cadence of the melody.
I have to try my own, without music. There will probably be more. I don’t think I will be able to let this alone.
when he was
a boy. We
and the others
from a nest
In a yellowing
are slowly dying.
is a dream
Linda Armstrong 12/4/2012. All rights reserved.