Bob Dylan, poeta.
Por: Alexandre Costeira Frazão
Conhecido pelo estilo musical único e pelas canções de protesto que embalaram os anos 1960, Bob Dylan já era uma lenda da música em 2016, quando venceu o Prêmio Nobel de Literatura.
Apesar de algumas críticas à escolha da Academia Sueca, na base do erudito bobo do “rock não é literatura”, a homenagem foi, em geral, bem recebida.
Talvez, nem tanto pelo próprio Dylan que sequer apareceu na cerimônia de entrega do prêmio.
Ao mesmo tempo que retrata o seu tempo a poesia de Dylan é atemporal, combina a dureza da canção de protesto com doçura e faz ceticismo e esperança andarem de mãos dadas.
Absolutely Sweet Marie, reúne lindamente todas estas características e não foi à toa que a Secretaria do Nobel a recomendou como a obra fundamental para conhecer a poesia do autor.
Absolutely Sweet Marie
Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can’t jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
I’m just sitting here beating on my trumpet
With all these promises you left for me
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Well, I waited for you when I was half sick
Yes, I waited for you when you hated me
Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic
When you knew I had some other place to be
Now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately
Well, six white horses that you did promise
Were fin’lly delivered down to the penitentiary
But to live outside the law, you must be honest
I know you always say that you agree
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Well, I don’t know how it happened
But the river-boat captain, he knows my fate
But ev’rybody else, even yourself
They’re just gonna have to wait
Well, I got the fever down in my pockets
The Persian drunkard, he follows me
Yes, I can take him to your house but I can’t unlock it
You see, you forgot to leave me with the key
Oh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Now, I been in jail when all my mail showed
That a man can’t give his address out to bad company
And now I stand here lookin’ at your yellow railroad
In the ruins of your balcony
Wond’ring where you are tonight, sweet Marie
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