poetry

Poetry comes from a place that no one commands and no one conquers.
Leonard Cohen

I am the greatest!

A man may be lying on his bed;
his house may be cold;
he may be covered with a torn blanket;
he may be alone in the world without a penny to his name;
and yet in his heart he may think
"I am the greatest! I am the best who ever lived!"
Rebbe Raphael of Bershad
from David Berman's blog, Menthol Mountains

Cold Cold Heart

I try so hard my dear to say
That you’re my every dream.
Yet you’re afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme
Some mem’ry from your lonesome past
Keeps us so far apart.
Why can’t I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart
-- Harlan Howard, "Cold Cold Heart"