Bonus Poetrystuff: For Robert Zimmerman
For Robert Zimmerman
‘with a voice of sand and glue…’ –– David Bowie
What blows in the wind can hold,
suspended as James Wright’s hammock on Pine Island,
stretching across a field –– dust devils in one corner,
snowbound cities in the other ––
idiot winds and winds
that blow through us all, lost loves, justice and loneliness,
buddy-can-you-spare-a-dime
songs, like the singers, young before their time,
Woody, or Dylan, whose hard-rained-in lines wear
the great hobo-beard of America,
words for the unspeaking, songs whose grain elevators
go higher than the glassiest towers,
songs that bristle and warm the blood, songs that wave
from a highway or freight, saving
a handful of wind, the full sail
of lines in your palm, conducting, listening
for a mouth-organ train-whistle.
Bob Dylan wins The Nobel Prize for Literature