How Come

you move on whatever it takes
on what form
or shape or color

you join a party
finds some hoax
or opens the
fake emotions

crossed, one gets away
for good,
or bad,
one listens, on the
barrage of
outbursts of emotions

late at night
mouths are pressed
and the brain dreams
of lands so faraway

having discovered
a scar
the wound remembers

and then
the night begins to speak
it murmurs
it is mum from the beginning
strikes past twelve
it stops,

it accepts
what lies there
as a nude
woman needing
a man

ah, the stone turns
into a bird
and one wonders
how come...

by RIC S. BASTASA

Comments (6)

A shame that this was not checked for spelling errors before posting. There are several, and they really detract from the sense of the poem.Check this version against one in a book of Dylan's poems to find the errors. A great poem!
THIS WAS HELPFUL BECOUSE ITS MY UNCLES B-DAY AND HIS DEAD AND THIS JUST BROURT HAPPY MEMORYS IN MY TEARFUL EYES OF HIM THANK YOU IM SO GLAD I READ THIS THANKS REALLY IM SO HAPPY
THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS POEM IT HELPED SO MUCH AND WE ARE GLAD THIS POPED UP YOU YOUSED RELLY KIND WORDS AND THANKS WE ARE ONLY KIDS AND WE ARE SO MUCH HAPPER NOW WE FOUND THIS POEM FROM SASHA AND EMMA
This has quite a few errors - don't take it to be accurately what Dylan wrote.
This has quite a few errors - don't take it to be accurately what Dylan wanted.
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