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Sounds and words are like waves. They touch each other and carry forward for all eternity. Sometimes, a sound touches a sound, sometimes a word and sometimes the other way round. We, who are swamped with them, somewhen can hardly recognize what has been there at first, and who has touched whom. I only know for sure, that in the stream of Bob Dylan´s words and music, the following poems emerged.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
Side by side with Bob Dylan
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Preface
Poems inspired by Bob Dylan´s songs:
On the way
Man from the north
The street musician
Fare thee well
Give me an answer to it
The gliding flight
Nothing and nobody
Plan of fortune
Give my freedom back to me
On the lighthouse
The goodby
At the end of the street
Today is our day
Forever wild
Day of freedom
Black shadows
Jajo
The train from the mountains
Further and further on
The second me
The other world
Rely on yourself
Born in another country
What good am I for?
Tight connected
Brown eyes
Otherwhiles not
The stranger
Where has dignity gone to?
Fed up with your love
Sunset
Turn of eras
Until your heart feels it
Dance on the waves
Departure
Self-deception
I´ll be with you
Bound to forget
Journey into the past
Full moon and empty heart
The fool
Autumn storms
Stay with me
Melancholy
Time of clouds
Poems about Bob Dylan:
Warm colours
Going, going, gone
For Bob Dylan
The old songwriter
The return
The change
Sweet by sweet
Walking through the fire
The book of life
Copyright
Poems as a tribute to Bob Dylan
at his 75th birthday
from Gudrun Heller
In 2015, I published the book of poems „Seite an Seite…mit Bob Dylan“ as an e-book in Germany. As a tribute to Bob Dylan on the occasion of his 75th birthday, I now translated the poems in English, added some new ones and published them as paperback version. Hope you´ll enjoy them!
Sounds and words are like waves. They touch each other and carry forward for all eternity. Sometimes, a sound touches a sound, sometimes a word and sometimes the other way round. We, who are swamped with them, somewhen can hardly recognize what has been there at first, and who has touched whom. I only know for sure, that in the stream of Bob Dylan´s words and music, the following poems emerged.
On the following pages you find poems inspired by Bob Dylan´s songs.
Heavy boots beat on the asphalt of the street
which once you had built on your own,
with the blood of your heart
and your soul´s confidence,
and many dreams you have forlorn.
Now you´ve been on this road for ages
and dust whirls around your feet,
it´s been a long time
since you´ve found here something,
and even longer
that there was someone to meet.
So many senseless marches,
so many efforts to sustain,
meanwhile you lost the sight of your goal,
and it seems like you have lived in vain.
If you are travelling
far up to the north,
where the winds hit heavy
against the dike,
remember me of one
who lives there,
he is the only one
I ever loved with might.
If you are travelling
far up to the north
at a time
where the storms are raging,
see for me, if he´s still alright,
and if the sun still chases
his awful night.
If you are travelling
far up to the north,
see for me,
if his dark eyes still glow,
if the desire still burns in them
as it did as he stood on the dike of the sea.
If he still wears his shirt half open
and the blackness of his hair
still breaks the blue heaven,
because this is the beautiful image
I saw when I fell in love with that man.
And sometimes I do suddenly feel
as if he just had to think of me, too,
my heart begins to jump for joy
by the thought that his love
could have once been true.
So if you are travelling
far up to the north
where the winds hit heavy
against the dike,
I beg you to take my light with you,
maybe it brings my love back to him
with irresistible might.
At the corner of our village square,
there stands a street musician,
he collects the coins in his cap,
while looking for oblivion.
He sings from longing and from loving,
from luck in a far-off country,
I stand in front of him to listen
to this unexpected bounty.
To never lived out feelings
his music leads me softly,
and I feel like I could finish the things
that in the past, I´ve quitted mostly.
His songs are giving wings to me,
together, we are floating to nowhere,
and easiness firmly seizes my soul,
makes it shine like scarcely before.
We are charging through the biggest waves
and the wind blows through our hair,
climbing laughingly on top of the dunes –
and suddenly you are there.
I had almost forgotten you,
buried you in the deepest ground,
now you have risen from the dead,
but I forbid you to make any sound.
Instead I make my way back home,
as fast as I can do,
my wings I have certainly lost and forlorn,
they are still lying on the shore.
Stand up, my friend,
you got to go now,
our past is gone