He's our man.

The Genius

For you I will be a ghetto jew and dance and put white stockings on my twisted limbs and poison wells across the town
For you I will be an apostate jew and tell the Spanish priest of the blood vow in the Talmud and where the bones of the child are hid
For you I will be a banker jew and bring to ruin a proud old hunting king and end his line
For you I will be a Broadway jew and cry in theatres for my mother and sell bargain goods beneath the counter
For you I will be a doctor jew and search in all the garbage cans for foreskins to sew back again
For you I will be a Dachau jew and lie down in lime with twisted limbs and bloated pain no mind can understand

Poem

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 the door

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"I dread the time when your mouth begins to call me hunter."



Dois poemas e um excerto, por Leonard Cohen.