George Woodcock

Weary Day on Parnassus

It was a weary day
on Parnassus
and I washed my feet
in the Castalian spring
regarding that safer
than drinking.

Yet in that cool crystal,
shallow over rock,
I heard the silent ripple
Of words
and the drip drop drip under ferns
as thought kept its pool filled.

And waited for the fish of vision
that never came.


Text is taken from the book, “Take This Walz, A Celebration of Leonard Cohen.” Edited by Michael Fournier and Ken Norris, published by The Muses Company, Ste. Anne de Belleview, Quebec, 1994.