Dylan’s lyrics, though analyzing broadly, couldn't be categorized as a poem because he depends upon his sultry voice and loud music in order to convey his words; in fact, such is not case in the literature. The words are Goddess and they are Virgins.
I lost every precious me, In search of you.
“Shh! Walk slowly,” he said, at the top of his breathe, “Else you will wake him up.” “I know! You don’t have to teach me, every time.” He said, rather distressed and unsatisfied, “I wonder, each time you throw your... Continue Reading →
We talk, silently, many times; And, we talk with the help of words, many times.
When you entered, like the amber array of light, In the classroom, I never thought my time will be entwined Within your time, soon.
My soul, my wife, I have untied it from the life of tree, And sold it to the almighty, for free