WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote & A New Bob Dylan Album To Come, To Boot

From the source: Conversation with Bob Dylan on the new album:
http://www.bobdylan.com/#/conversation

Wyatt Mason: Remote in Time, Alien in Language:
http://harpers.org/archive/2009/03/hbc-90004580

Alex Ross, the Lucky One:
http://www.therestisnoise.com/2009/03/new-dylan.html
Scott Warmuth on Dylan's album available in Aprille with his shoures soote
http://www.fairfieldweekly.com/blogs/home.cfm?uid=80

Love & Theft, Influences, Prologues and Plagiarisms, Who Cares ?

Prologue to the Canterbury Tales
WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye,
That slepen al the night with open ye,
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages:
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmers for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.

Prologue to The Canterbury Tales:
Here begins the Book of the Tales of Canterbury
When April with his showers sweet with fruit
The drought of March has pierced unto the root
And bathed each vein with liquor that has power
To generate therein and sire the flower;
When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath,
Quickened again, in every holt and heath,
The tender shoots and buds, and the young sun
Into the Ram one half his course has run,
And many little birds make melody
That sleep through all the night with open eye
(So Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage)-
Then do folk long to go on pilgrimage,
And palmers to go seeking out strange strands,
To distant shrines well known in sundry lands.
And specially, from every shire's end
In England, folks to Canterbury wend: