Leonard Cohen, one of our greatest poets, died last Monday and was buried on Thursday next to his parents in a cemetery in Montreal. The cause of his death was leukemia. The likely cause of the leukemia was a lifetime of smoking.
In keeping with his instinct for self-effacement and regard for public dignity, his close family and friends didn’t announce his death till after his funeral. That they kept their secret three whole days bespeaks a loyalty to him and one another that nowadays is rare.
When he made his haunting, last album, he knew his death was not just approaching, but imminent. Physically spent, he recorded some of the vocals at his home. Knowing all that adds pungency and even a bit of his trademark irony to songs like the title track, "You Want It Darker." It takes more than words to make a poet. The essential trait is a fierce honesty on the page, which itself demands courage of the sort he displayed in bequeathing us this final gift.
Many regard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, and Stephen Sondheim as the preeminent lyricists of the last half century; some say longer. Sondheim writes mostly about romantic love. Cohen, Dylan, and Simon write a lot about romantic love, but also about spiritual longing and social injustice. Only Cohen writes about all three in the same song.
As we saw in the fuss over Dylan’s Nobel Prize, some people still view lyricists as lesser poetical beings. But of all the modern poets I know, only Yeats wrote of the romantic, spiritual, and political with as much power and penetration as Cohen, and not even Yeats revealed their intimate connection as Cohen did.
"Democracy" is one of many Cohen poems that connect the spiritual to the political:
It's coming to America first
The cradle of the best and of the worst
It's here they got the range
And the machinery for change
And it's here they got the spiritual thirst
It's here the family's broken
And it's here the lonely say
That the heart has got to open
In a fundamental way
Democracy is coming to the USA
And again, in "Anthem":
I can’t run no more with the lawless crowd
While killers in high places say their prayers out loud
But they’ve summoned up a thunder cloud
And they’re going to hear from me
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in
No other lyricist so commingled the spiritual and the sensual. I’m not sure who else even tried. Cohen saw the divinity in desire, and conveyed it in exquisite images, as here in "Hallelujah":
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Nobody beats Leonard at rendering the heartache of losing at love. Well, maybe Johnny Mercer, but not even Mercer could match the psychological acuity and merciless self-awareness of "Alexandra Leaving":
As someone long prepared for the occasion
In full command of every plan you wrecked
Do not choose a coward's explanation
that hides behind the cause and the effect
It's not a trick, your senses all deceiving
A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost
It took critics a while to notice that beneath Cohen’s near ostentatious melancholia lay a wry humor and deep love of life. Poets are in the business of calling our attention to the sheer wonder of our day to day lives. In Suzanne, the line ‘she brings you tea and oranges that come all the way from China’ refers to a cup of Constant Comment. Knowing it makes tea taste better. When I heard that Leonard had died, a thought flashed in my mind: perhaps the reason we all must die is that there’s just no other way of getting us to appreciate the sacredness of life.
By happenstance, I learned of his death on Election Day, but could tell no one. It felt a burden and seemed an awful omen, which of course it was. But the isolation of keeping a secret is as nothing compared to the sense of isolation that befell millions that night. I fear many will now abandon politics in search of other ways to heal the world and themselves. It’s hard to see a road ahead. Much of what we must now do, we must do on faith.
Years ago, I saw a poster hanging in a union hall that read “every hour of every day you are in politics.” Every hour of every day we are also in love, and in need of love. If you’ve ever lost a lover or a country, listen to Leonard, poet laureate of the crestfallen and learn how our longings, appetites and aspirations are all bound up in one another. We need a more loving politics, but also one that’s more clear eyed and practical. Leonard had a plan for that too. First, we take Manhattan.
Bill Curry, former Democratic nominee for governor, is a frequent guest on WNPR’s The Wheelhouse. He's a political columnist who writes for Salon and the Daily Beast. Reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org.