Forty years later and how am I feeling?
The girl on the cover of Dylan’s Freewheelin
Famous forever, all over the world
like Whistler’s Mother or the Girl with the Pearl
We were happy the day they captured that image
while dodging the traffic and snow in the Village
I didn’t know then that I’d soon reappear
on posters and movies for year after year.
Trapped in a snapshot, caught in the glare,
Blown in the wind from Scarborough fair
A troubadour’s muse but never a star
I was more than a string on a singer’s guitar
The hard rain has fallen, its weight so unkind
That moment is not how I should be defined
But the laughter remains, somehow frozen in place
on a million copies of my youthful face.
Love the artwork and the poem. You can appreciate that she did not want to be defined as Dylan's rainy day woman but a contradiction that she used the image on the front of her autobiography.