Through Eden took their solitary way

On Dylan: Two Afterthoughts

Some lines used to haunt me from an old Bob Dylan Song, “Gates of Eden”, which a friend’s note to me on intimacy and dreaming has caused me to revisit. The final verse begins:

At dawn my lover comes to me

And tells me of her dreams

With no attempts to shovel the glimpse

Into the ditch of what each one means

This has moved me, as I say, for years—the intimate…