I am running through a snowfall which is her thighs, he dramatized in purple. Her thighs are filling up the street. Wide as a snowfall, heavy as huge falling Zeppelins, her damp thighs are settling on the sharp roofs and wooden balconies. Weather-vanes press the shape of roosters and sail-boats into the skin. The faces of famous statues are preserved like intaglios.
Interpretation
This quote vividly describes a passionate and imaginative perception of love through nature and physicality.
In this quote, Leonard Cohen employs rich, poetic imagery to express the deep sensuality and overwhelming beauty he associates with love. The comparison of a lover's thighs to snowfall and massive Zeppelins evokes a sense of grandeur and serenity, highlighting the profound effect that love has on the speaker. The blending of natural elements with physical attributes illustrates the way love can transform mundane experiences into something extraordinary and evocative.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a romantic dinner to express deep feelings.
What is most original in a man's nature is often that which is most desperate. Thus new systems are forced on the world by men who simply cannot bear the pain of living with what is. Creators care nothing for their systems except that they be unique. If Hitler had been born in Nazi Germany he wouldn't have been content to enjoy the atmosphere.
I always thought that poetry is the verdict that others give to a certain kind of writing. So to call yourself a poet is a kind of dangerous description. It's for others; it's for others to use.
Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach.
I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name women give themselves to him. If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside our door.
I think what we like about music - and what we like about art in general....is that enterprise that stops our minds from spinning. Because we're always all over the place. A good song, a good lyric is a movie: it will just focus and calm and confer significance on this completely bewildering reality that all of us live in.
Most of the time one is discouraged by the work, but now and again by some grace something stands out and invites you to work on it, to elaborate it or animate it in some way. It's a mysterious process.
To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.
Women were like rivers, their banks were unreachable, the night often rang with the cries of the drowned.
You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.
I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--
I am a Christian person, and I do love the Lord, and I feel no matter who you are, what you believe, how you live your life, it's not my place to judge. I don't have that power. I don't want that power. It's my place to love and to show God's love to other people, even if they don't live a life like I live.
I want to love you wildly. I donβt want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.
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