By Paul Muldoon
We cluster at one end, one end of Dillon Gym.
"You know what, honey? We call that a homonym."
We cluster at one end, one end of Dillon Gym.
"If it's fruit you're after, you go out on a limb."
That last time in Princeton, that ornery degree,
those seventeen year locusts hanging off the trees.
That last time in Princeton, that ornery degree,
his absolute refusal to bend the knee.
His last time in Princeton, he wouldn't wear a hood.
Now he's dressed up as some sort of cowboy dude.
His last time in Princeton, he wouldn't wear a hood.
"You know what, honey? We call that disquietude.
It's that self-same impulse that has him rearrange
both 'The Times They Are A-Changin' and 'Things Have Changed'
so that everything seems to fall within his range
as the locusts lock in on grain silo and grange."
From The Captain's Tower: Seventy Poets Celebrate Bob Dylan at Seventy, edited by Phil Bowen, Damian Furniss, David Woolley (Seren, �9.99). To order a copy for �7.99 with free UK p&p call Guardian book service on 0330 333 6846 or go to guardian.co.uk/bookshop
Source: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/may/28/bob-dylan-princeton-poem-paul-muldoon
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