Bob Dylan poems by the Danish poet Klaus Høeck

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Bob Dylan, there he stands in the sp

Otlight on the stage of my mind

Behind a nebula of cannabis

Dense vapours and tobacco smoke. Alread

Y an archetype in my own lost youth’s mytho

Logy. With his white shepherd’s h

At there he stands on the wide scree

N of memory in the cinema of my heart.

Bob Dylan, there he stands in black cl

Othes against a background of the

Blood-red stripes in the Stars an

D Stripes playing his harrowingl

Y lovely, his deadly beautifu

L music. A modern troub
Adour, close to the middle of the twentieth ce

Ntury, close to sorrow’s young springs.

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