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The Ballad of the Absent Mare / Leonard Cohen (1979)

בעיניי זהו אחד השירים היפים ביותר של לאונרד כהן (יקיר המועדון, כמובן). זהו שיר על הקשר האמיץ שבין רוכב לסוסתו. על האילוף, על ההתמסרות, על קשרי התלות, על איחוד שניתק ועל תחושת אבדן וערגה. זהו שיר מטאפורי, רלוונטי מאוד גם לריצה. לאונרד כהן שר, כמובן, על אהבה.

ובעצם, גם אנחנו.

 

Say a prayer for the cowboy, his mare's run away

And he'll walk 'til he finds her, his darling, his stray

But the river's in flood and the roads are awash

And the bridges break up in the panic of loss

And there's nothing to follow, there's nowhere to go

She's gone like the summer, gone like the snow

And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song

As the day caves in and the night is all wrong

Did he dream, was it she who went galloping past?

And bent down the fern, broke open the grass

And printed the mud with the iron and the gold

That he nailed to her feet when he was the lord

And although she goes grazing a minute away

He tracks her all night, he tracks her all day

Oh, blind to her presence, except to compare

His injury here with her punishment there

Then at home on a branch, in the highest tree

A songbird sings out, so suddenly

Ah, the sun is warm and the soft winds ride

On the willow trees by the river side

Oh, the world is sweet, the world is wide

And she's there where the light and the darkness divide

And the steam's coming off her, she's huge and she's shy

And she steps on the moon when she paws at the sky

And she comes to his hand but she's not really tame

She longs to be lost, he longs for the same

And she'll bolt and she'll plunge through the first open pass

To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass

Or she'll make a break for the high plateau

Where there's nothing above and there's nothing below

And it's time for the burden, it's time for the whip

Will she walk through the flame? Can he shoot from the hip?

So he binds himself to the galloping mare

And she binds herself to the rider there

And there is no space but there's left and right

And there is no time but there's day and night

And he leans on her neck and he whispers low

"Whither thou goest,I will go"

And they turn as one and they head for the plain

No need for the whip, ah, no need for the rein

Now the clasp of this union, who fastens it tight?

Who snaps it asunder the very next night?

Some say the rider, some say the mare

Or that love's like the smoke, beyond all repair

But my darling says, "Leonard, just let it go by

That old silhouette on the great Western sky”

So I pick out a tune and they move right along

And they're gone like the smoke

And they're gone like this song

 

 

 

 

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