Is Your Love in Vain?

Det har vært skrevet om at Bob Dylan burde få Nobelprisen i litteratur. Bare tull, etter min mening. Han trenger ingen pris. Det er mer enn nok å være Bob Dylan – opprører, profet, superstjerne – men fremfor alt en poet som hele tiden vender tilbake til poesiens kjerne – kjærlighet.

Do you love me, or are you just extending goodwill?

Do you need me half as bad as you say, or are you just feeling guilt?

I’ve been burned before and I know the score

So you won’t hear me complain

Will I be able to count on you

Or is your love in vain?

Are you so fast that you cannot see that I must have solitude?

When I am in the darnkess, why do you introude?

Do you know my world, do you know my kind

Or must I explain?

Will you let me be myself

Or is your love in vain?

Well I’ve been to the mountain and I’ve been in the wind

I’ve been in and out of happiness

I have dined with kings, I’ve been offered wings

And I’ve never been to impressed.

All right, I’ll take a chance, I will fall in love with you

If I’m a fool you can have the night, you can have the morning too

Can you cook and sew, make the flowers grow

Do you understand my pain?

Are you willing to risk it all

Or is your love in vain?

Bob Dyland Lyrics 1962-2001, Simon & Schuster, New York 2004, s 389