Originally Posted by
Dropsie 
Bill,
I am thinking of you and your friend and Dylan.
I had always thought the poem was about death, but I guess poetry is about what we perceive, like music.
I hope you will make it down to see her husband, once the funeral is over, the quiet comes for the survivors.
Thinking of you.
I too have thought it was about death until I came across this reference from a close friend of Dylan's who recounted how, in a number of conversations with him in the Greenwich Village bar Dylan went to customarily and where, later, he overdosed on whiskey which led to his death, Dylan said that the poem was really written about his dad's blindness. See Letter to the Editor, N.Y.Times Oct. 5, 1989, ROBERT J. GIBSON East Hampton, L.I., (refuting common belief that Thomas was writing about his father’s death and not his father’s approaching blindness but Thomas saying “Let people make of it as they please.”)