Cohen og ljóðin
Mér hefur ekki alltaf þótt Leonard Cohen lúðalegur, og mér finnst það ekki einu sinni alltaf. En ég skammast mín að minnsta kosti fyrir það. Það er lágmark.
Celebration
When you kneel below me
and in both your hands
hold my manhood like a sceptre,
When you wrap your tongue
about the amber jewel
and urge my blessing,
I understand those Roman girls
who danced around a shaft of stone
and kissed it till the stone was warm.
Kneel, love, a thousand feet below me,
so far I can barely see your mouth and hands
perform the ceremony,
Kneel till I topple to your back
with a groan, like those gods on the roof
that Samson pulled down.
Leonard Cohen