Bob Dylan And The  Swans

By Larry Fyffe

Accidental shootings do happen:

Her apron wrapped about her
And he took her for a swan
Oh and alas, it was she Polly Vaughn
(Bob Dylan: Polly Vaughn)

In the song lyrics below, a husband does in his wife, the world outside not caring:

Tenderly William kissed his wife
Then he opened her head with a butcher knife
And the swan on the river went gliding by
(Bob Dylan: Ballad Of The Gliding Swans ~ Jones/Dylan)

Supernatural events occur in mythology, and indeed are not always happy ones:

In the following song lyrics, the narrator thereof might be considered Trojan Paris; upstairs he is visiting Aphrodite/Venus, with her pet scorpion; she promised Paris that he’d get to have beautiful Helen; she (and her sister) the offspring of Leda by Zeus –  the thunder god having disguised himself as a swan.

Achilles has sworn to fight for Helen’s return to Greece, but he’ll be killed by archer Paris, his arrow guided by Apollo, son of Zeus but not born of wife Hera:

Achilles is in your alleyway
He don't want me here, he does brag
(Bob Dylan: Temporary Like Achilles)

Seems in the song below, Paris poses a question to the sea-foam goddess as to why her beauty is so alluring to all men as is the swan-like body of Helen; Paris decides he must have Venus, who sides with the Trojans for the most part anyway, as much as he desires Helen the Greek.

Meanwhile, temporary as it be, Achilles has turned against his Greek commander; his heels are showing, and they ought to be wandering:

How come you get someone like him to be your guard
You know I want your loving, honey, but you're so hard
(Bob Dylan: Temporary Like Achilles)

As the story goes, Venus, by a prince, becomes the mother of the Trojan commander Aeneas.

The victorious Greek commander on his return home is done in by his betrayed wife and her lover.

The commander of the Greek forces ought not to have angered his wife, she fathered by swan Zeus just like Helen.

The story condensed in the poem below ~ ‘thighs’/’lies”:

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs
And how can body, laid in that white rush
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies
(William Yeats: Leda And The Swan)

Low burlesqued, and obversed in the song lyrics beneath ~ ‘my’/’pie’:

Saddle me up my big white goose
Tie me on'er and let her loose
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie
(Bob Dylan: Country Pie)

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