The Bard of Our Times: A Tribute to Bob Dylan


 

Bobby Zimmerman, right, who would become Bob Dylan, stands with two Hibbing children
in a photograph taken about 1945.

Bob Dylan, in Duluth, Minnesota, sometime in the early 1960’s

From Duluth he came, a restless soul,
Zimmerman’s boy, with a heart of rock ‘n’ roll.
Woody Guthrie’s spirit, a flame he’d embrace,
Folk songs and freedom, a message to chase.

Harmonica wail, a voice raspy and strong,
Lyrics like riddles, where right met with wrong.
Blowin’ in the Wind, an anthem so bold,
Questions of justice, in stories untold.

The Times They Are a-Changin’, a prophecy clear,
Civil rights marches, his music held near.
Subterranean Homesick Blues, a poet’s lament,
A world in transition, with shadows it lent.

Like a Rolling Stone, a scathing critique,
Of fame and its hollowness, the fortune it seeks.
Tangled Up in Blue, a tapestry spun,
Of love, loss, and longing, beneath a harvest moon.

From folk to electric, a sound ever-evolving,
Blending traditions, the boundaries dissolving.
Gospel’s redemption in songs like Slow Train,
The human condition, whispered in the rain.

Desolation Row, a cast of characters grand,
Invented landscapes, across a shifting sand.
The Hurricane, Carter’s injustice laid bare,
A champion for the silenced, a truth to declare.

Bob Dylan, One Too Many, 2020

Bob Dylan, Cold Day, 2020

Bob Dylan,  Dance Hall, 2021

Bob Dylan, Railway Freight Car

Bob Dylan, Double Gate (Double Tong Gate), 2017

Bob Dylan, Ironwork Wall Hanging (Green Spike Wheel), 2014

Bootleg Series unearthed treasures untold,
Unreleased verses, stories to unfold.
Paintings and sculptures, artistic outpour,
A restless spirit, forevermore.

Nobel laureate, a voice that transcends,
Generations inspired, where the music never ends.
Bob Dylan, the legend, the bard and the sage,
His words echo onward, across every age.

From Blood on the Tracks to Love and Theft,
A journey of sound, no stone left unturned.
His muse, ever shifting, like the winds of the West,
In every chord, his soul’s essence burned.

Influenced by Kerouac, Ginsberg’s howl in the night,
He painted with words, a surrealist’s delight.
Ballad of a Thin Man, a cryptic disdain,
The voice of the counterculture, breaking the chain.

Mr. Tambourine Man, a dreamer’s refrain,
Songs that could heal, or cradle the pain.
With every guitar strum, a universe unfolds,
A storyteller’s magic, his legend retold.

A master of reinvention, he walked many roads,
With every new album, his legacy grows.
The mystic and prophet, in melodies fused,
Bob Dylan’s endless journey, forever mused.


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