Last Year’s Man

February 15, 2007

 

Paris, France

Dominic Arizona Bonnuccelli

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The rain falls down on last year’s man,
that’s a jew’s harp on the table,
that’s a crayon in his hand.
And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled
far past the stems of thumbtacks
that still throw shadows on the wood.
And the skylight is like skin for a drum I’ll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year’s man.
I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
oh one by one she had to tell them
that her name was Joan of Arc.
I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while;
I want to thank you, Joan of Arc,
for treating me so w
ell.
And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight;
all these wounded boys you lie beside,
goodnight, my friends, goodnight.

 


I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived;
Bethlehem the bridegroom,
Babylon the bride.
Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me,
and Bethlehem inflamed us both
like the shy one at some orgy.
And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
that I had to draw aside to see
the serpent eat its ta
il.

 


Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain
so I hang upon my altar
and I hoist my axe again.
And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began
when Jesus was the honeymoon
and Cain was just the man.
And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin

that the wilderness is gathering
all its children back again.

 

 


The rain falls down on last year’s man,
an hour has gone by
and he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen if he only gives the word;
the lovers will rise up
and the mountains touch the ground.
But the skylight is like skin for a drum I’ll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year’s man.

 

Leonard Cohen

 

 

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John Running

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2 Responses to “Last Year’s Man”

  1. Outstanding poem and lovely image ( my favorite)

  2. kimtelas said

    My friend (and land lady) was in her cafe baking her weekly croissants, that is part of her livelihod, and told me she had a new boyfriend.

    She proceeded to put on a Leonard Cohen CD.

    He is the poet, balladeer, singer, presence…oh yea.

    Nice to see Suresh.

    It is 10 degrees this morning! We left the single digits, I feel myself thawing.

    Someone move me to an island with a good water source, a boat in a temperate climate please?

    To work!

    Kim

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