It's not easy to define poetry.

I march in the parade of liberty But as long as I love you I’m not free How long must I suffer such abuse Won’t you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose?

The government's not going to create jobs. It doesn't have to. People have to create jobs.

Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.

Proud to steal her anything she sees, but you will wind up peeking through her key hole down upon your knees.

How many deaths will it take 'till we know that too many people have died?

Bob Dylan was again an entirely new person - this time old, craggy, cynical, and world-weary, as in "Not Dark Yet".