Leonard Cohen Muse Marianne Ihlen, of “So Long, Marianne,” Passes Away
“He taught me so much, and I hope I gave him a line or two.” —Marianne Ihlen
Marianne Ihlen, who embarked on a romance with Canadian troubadour Leonard Cohen in the 1960s, and for whom Cohen’s famous tune “So Long, Marianne” was named, has died. She passed away on July 28th, as reported by Leonard Cohen’s official Facebook page. It’s believed she was approximately 81 years old. One source says Ihlen was diagnosed with leukemia days before her passing.
Born in Norway, Ihlen spent her early life in the care of her grandmother according to an interview Ihlen did with author Kari Hesthamar. At age 22, her parents rebuked her dream of attending theatre school so she ran away to the Greek island of Hydra with her boyfriend, Norwegian author Axel Jensen.
In 1958 the couple married and, in 1960, at age 25, Ihlen gave birth to their son, affectionately called Little Axel. The relationship became frayed, however, and Jensen left Ihlen for another woman. Then one day, while shopping in Hydra, she met the relatively unknown Cohen, who called her the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“So Leonard and I began to meet,” she told Hesthamar. “Early in the day we would maybe go down to the beach. Sometimes little Axel and I would accompany him up to the small house he had rented, for it wasn’t so high up. And we’d prepare lunch. And then little Axel would fall asleep, and then he’d read poems for me. So we started seeing each other during the days…He even drove me all the way home to Norway in this car that Axel had brought with him down there. I wasn’t exactly pampered in being used to meeting a man who behaved the way he did. I have to say that. He in fact reminded me very much of grandma. Her energy, her enormous presence. You could really trust in him. It was like…is it really possible to be so fond of me as he says he is?”
Ihlen said that Cohen returned to his home in Montreal, from where he sent her a telegram: “Have house, all I need is my woman and her son. Love Leonard.” Ihlen and Little Axel soon immigrated to Montreal to live with Leonard.
“Well, actually, I was terrified that Axel was going to disturb him, because he had to write,” Ihlen said. “But what happened was that Axel would be lying prone on the floor drawing. And didn’t say a word. He was a nightmare with me…And so then Leonard would elegantly open the door into his tiny atelier, and say: ‘Axel, I need your help.’ And then it would be deadly silent in there for two hours. And little Axel drew and Leonard wrote. That’s how I experienced it. And little Axel was enormously proud.
“Oh, those years were really good. Very good. We sat in the sun and we lay in the sun, we walked in the sun, we listened to music, we bathed, we played, we drank, we discussed. There was writing and lovemaking and…It was absolutely fabulous, you know, to have it like that. During five years I didn’t have shoes on my feet, you know…And I met many beautiful people. Now they are cast to the winds. Some are dead. Many are dead.”