Like a lot of Dylan's lyrics, this one is a mess, but as Little Hawk says, evocative. Why the guy couldn't spend another two minutes making the thing grammatical ("forsaked?"), and getting rid of the clunky rhythms, is so exasperating.

And how many years did it take him to get rid of all that cute pseudo-Rimbaud stuff, King Kong and playing cards and pirates and the edge of the sea? (not to mention other standard fillers like -- I must be going.....)?

But as sung, it is magnificent..... (I always hated Joan Baez' version, so to hear his on the bootleg was great).

yours,

Peter T.