I've always been enamored by the song 'Dance me to the End of Love', I was fascinated to learn that Leonard Cohen actually wrote it about the horrors of concentration camps. They would be playing classical music while their fellow prisoners were being killed and burnt in certain death camps, whilst a string quartet played on as prisoners met their fated deaths. So, the lyrics signify the completion of life in essence...'Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin'...still makes me think of the sweetness of love but perhaps in a much more complex way and with a better appreciation of life.
In the movie, "The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly", used a similar idea as prisoners were tortured and often killed for information as the whole camp was forced to listen to violin music, knowing full well what was going on.
I didn't know what was behind this song thinking it was just a L. Cohen metaphor for love forever. So I appreciate your note to this poem. His poetry and music was often on the edge of consciously resistance to the ugliness in the world. L. C was our social consciousness. Frieda, many of your poems bring forth this same humanity. Not only being influenced, but applying and taking this further in what you create. This "Secret Garden" must be uprooted, replanted with a new humanity no longer associated with abuse, degradation,and death camps.
I think there is love in your poem Frieda, and its complexities, and where flowers and humanity prance in those skies... It's a wonderful poem Frieda, I love it and you for writing it.
~~redzone
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Jeez Curt, you brought tears to my eyes, what a touching review, you've touched my heart deeply...no.. read moreJeez Curt, you brought tears to my eyes, what a touching review, you've touched my heart deeply...no words my sweet friend. xo
Garden of Eden! What a wondrous metaphor for lustrous beginnings when the room was so much bigger than it is now; for the secret garden had once thrived endlessly in the room it was placed in, yet, with time the secret garden had grown until it could no longer grow in the same room . . . Suffocating in the same place, in the same air once so ecstatic with excitement. Uprooting itself to go back to the Garden of Eden . . . To the beginning, where the young garden had thrived in the past.
I enjoyed the story this is based on, and how perfectly your words were pinned !
'The secret garden' used to be related to death (in those camps) But reading your elegant poem, it sure did win a whole new meaning, LOVE ...
Captivating work as always!
Beautiful words and places you took me in your words. We need secret places to find love and hope. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..