User:Serebrov/I Can't Forget

À la claire fontaine
Traditional French song (first verse)

"À la claire fontaine M’en allant promener J’ai trouvé l’eau si belle Que je m’y suis baigné

Il y a longtemps que je t’aime, Jamais je ne t’oublierai."

Translation:

"So long I've been loving you I will never forget you At the clear spring As I was strolling by

So long I've been loving you I will never forget you"

Leonard Cohen Delights Ghent with "I Can't Forget" Including A French Recitation- Opening Concert Old Ideas World Tour by Arlene Dick

Dover Beach
by Matthew Arnold (last verse)

"Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night."

Invictus
by William Ernest Henley (first and second verses)

"Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed."

Aalborg
transcripted by rmura

"It was at the beginning or it was at the end. I thought it was somewhat close to, not exactly in the middle, but maybe closer to the end. I can't be absolutely certain but it seems to me that all the documents were in the drawer that was to the left of the cabinet--not the cabinet that opens, the cabinet that closes, and always closes, that was wide open."

Mönchengladbach
transcripted by sturgess66

"I think it was here, a guy used to play football against this little town...(.no sir?.) maybe it was field hockey... I’m thinking - I'm thinking of somebody else - I don't know anymore."

London
transcripted by sue7

"I believe, if I'm not mistaken, I used to live in London. Yes, it was long before Hampstead became fashionable. I lived in a little road with Stella Pullman (?) called Gayton. I had to bring a coal bucket in the morning. Did this really happen?"

Reading about Stella Pullman: ''"I lived at the corner of Gayton Road and Hampstead High Street in 1959. I lived with my landlady, Mrs Stella Pullman. I had a bed in the sitting room and I had some jobs to do, like bringing up the coal to start the fire every morning. She said to me, 'What do you do in life?' and I said 'I'm a writer.' She said, 'How much do you write?' and I said, 'Three pages a day.' She said, 'I'm going to check at the end of every day. If you haven't written your three pages and you don't bring up the coal, you can't stay here.' She did that, Stella Pullman, and it was under her fierce and compassionate surveillance that I wrote my first novel, The Favourite Game." ''
 * An Interview with Jools Holland @ Speaking Cohen
 * Ira B. Nadel, Various Positions
 * Kevin Perry, The wisdom of Leonard Cohen // GQ.COM: