Bob Dylan Heard The Voice Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Bob Dylan Heard The Voice
Bob Dylan heard the voice
Of a poet who died in the gutter;
That dying voice
Then seeped into his soul
Imbuing him with beauty and truth.
And that voice
Of the old poet is now
As hard as twisted nails,
But it still has the rare beauty
Of complete honesty.
Thus I continue to follow
The great wandering gypsy of song.
Amazing in its strength and imagery, Uriah. Follow your song until you find all the truth and beauty you deserve.
I was reading his lyrics to Sara today and never realized before that she is the sad-eyed lady of the lowlands.
absolutely, Uriah. Follow the drummer with a different beat, all gypsies do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 4:48:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Mind if I follow along? ... dan