I guess today's the last day of poetry week

HI. I found out from a friend that this past week was poetry week. I was unaware, and as it is now 1:08am on Saturday, I have missed poetry week. However, I don't think poems should be recited or read only during poetry week, so i've dug up one of my favorites by my favorite poet Mr. Leonard Cohen. This poem is based on the biblical story of Isaac and his father Abraham.

Story of Isaac

The door it opened slowly,

My father he came in, I was nine years old.

And he stood so tall above me,

His blue eyes they were shining

And is voice was very cold.

He said, I've had a vision

And you know i'm strong and holy,

I must do what i've been told.

So he started up the mountain,

I was running, he was walking,

And his axe was made of gold.

Well, the trees they got much smaller,

The lake a lady's mirror,

We stopped to drink some wine.

Then he threw the bottle over,

Broke a minute later

And he put his hand on mine.

I thought I saw an eagle

but it might have been a vulture,

I never could decide.

Then my father built an alter,

He looked once behind his shoulder,

He knew I would not hide.

You who build these alters now

To sacrifice these children,

You must not do it anymore.

A scheme is not a vision

And you never have been tempted

By a demon or a god.

You who stand above them now,

Your hatchets blunt and bloody,

You were not there before, 

When I lay upon the mountain

And my father's hand was trembling

With the beauty of the word.

And if you call m e brother now,

Forgive me if I inquire,

Just according to whose plan?

When it all comes down to dust

I will kill you if I must,

I will help you if I can.

When it all comes down to dust

I will help you if I must,

I will kill you if I can.

And mercy on our uniform,

Man of peace or man of war,

The peacock spreads his fan.

Leonard Cohen