John Williams

(29 August 1922 - 3 March 1994 / San Diego, California)

Swing Song

Poem by John Williams

The blatant horns blare strident sound;
Delighted, you laugh and seize
My passive arm, but I have found
Content in the harmonies.
They sound, are silent; please or annoy,
Are not clever, cruel, or coy
Like human qualities.
See agile fingers in frantic flight
Along the smoking row
Of piano keys cut from ebony night
And from the sullied snow
Of the city. Look love, listen love, tell me--
Where does the music come from really,
Where does it really go?
Planets are tensed to a single chord
Of absolute harmony
Sounding from a cosmic keyboard,
Unheard by you and me;
Yet we re attuned; who understands
That can see the judgment-hands
Poised above the keys.

Comments about Swing Song by John Williams

  • Sylvaonyema UbaSylvaonyema Uba (2/27/2017 2:55:00 AM)

    The blatant horns...

    Well written
    Well articulated
    Well expressed.


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  • Bill Wright (9/9/2016 8:41:00 AM)

    This is a bit enigmatic, not too sure what to make of it.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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