Leonard Cohen-legendary poet-singer, dies age 82

November 15th, 2016 | Posted in Blog | Comments Off on Leonard Cohen-legendary poet-singer, dies age 82



“I am ready to die.” -A great poet said.

On 11 November 2016, we lost another almighty star of fiction, poetry, music, and acting. Leonard Cohen died at age 82. Compared with the other day the cheering news that Bob Dylan got the Nobel Prize in literature, it is, indeed, a depressing tale today. Some fans who were enchanted by Cohen’s husky voice and infectious lyrics even said: “Cohen should have been given the recent Nobel – not Dylan.” As an editor who may deal with text in the near future, I am here to say that Dylan’s musicianship is of the higher standard than Cohen, but in the aspect of the literature and art, Cohen is better than Dylan. It is the statement of only my opinion and I know some big fans of Dylan must be angered by this statement, the judges of the Nobel Prize in literature are no exception, but I will still say so. When I first listened to his songs, I was not only touched by his melodies but also shocked by his lyrics. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a troubadour who can sing to the depth of people’s souls. When he croons romantic songs and ballads while playing the guitar, there is just no way that we can deal with any more musical tenderness.

Leonard Cohen majored in English Literature and published eight poems and two novels. He won the highest honor in the Governor General’s Literary Awards for his poems, and the novel Beautiful Loser was known as the 60’s masterpiece.

“As far as I’m concerned, Leonard, you’re Number 1. I’m Number Zero.” Dylan once said to Cohen.

No matter who is better in literature and music between Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan, they are great people in this day and age, they are worthy of respect.

In the last part of the article I want to attach a lyric from one of my favourite songs, please image the picture of a melancholy poem standing in front of the microphone, singing a love song Suzanne with his husky voice to people who are lost a loss:

“Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river,

You can hear the boats go by you can spend the night beside her,

And you know that she’s half crazy but that’s why you wanna be there,

And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China,

And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her,

Then she gets you on her wavelength and she lets the river answer,

That you’ve always been her lover.


And you want to travel with her,

And you want to travel blind,

And you know that she will trust you,

For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.


And Jesus was a sailor when He walked upon the water,

And He spent a long time watching from His lonely wooden tower,

And when He knew for certain only drowning men could see him,

He said “all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them,”

But He Himself was broken, long before the sky would open

Forsaken, almost human, He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone.”