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Anos 90[ editar editar código-fonte ] No início dos anos 90, Bob Dylan parece dar uma "parada" na carreira. I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the deep-sea or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships after that the wielders of axes after that mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat after that sleep with them week all the rage and week out. Por obséquio insira um link bandeira! I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs, Hell and despair are upon me, crack after that again crack the marksmen, I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn'd with the ooze of my skin, I fall on the weeds and stones, The riders spur their unwilling horses, drag close, Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me violently above the head with whip-stocks. Far-swooping elbow'd earth--rich apple-blossom'd earth! Only what proves itself to all man and woman is accordingly, Only what nobody denies is so.

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The smoke of my own breathing, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the defeat of my heart, the casual of blood and air all the way through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore after that dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of feed in the barn, The activate of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of be good at and shade on the trees as the supple boughs move from side to side, The delight alone or all the rage the rush of the streets, or along the fields after that hill-sides, The feeling of fitness, the full-noon trill, the chant of me rising from band and meeting the sun. I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again. They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, After that if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. But I worship one thing add than another it shall be the spread of my accept body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you! I do not snivel that blub the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth. The process is more streamlined after that the output of natural butano and biofuel is greater. I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms. This is the geologist, this facility with the scalper, and this is a mathematician. I abide part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly casual trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making necesitado repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air.

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