Ah, the 'low decadent decade'
when Sally Bowles invented black
stockings and poets thought Germany
shone with ideas worth thinking.
Swing was born - under a new moon;
an articulate child, sassy,
jazzy, slick and slim; America
on song, sashaying across dustbowls
and dancefloors, airwaves and sirens.
Spain disembowelled herself,
Italy lost her fashion-sense;
dressed in black, looked back to Caesars
and Popes; sought a new renaissance.
Swing spoke-easy - took note of naught
but taut lyrics and great, big-bands
all black and white, all rhythmic nights
of moving stars in Hollywood bars.
Always a swinger, the little
corporal batoned up and swung.
yes, enjoyable and informative...tho only mildly so...a good thing...i love the swing era music...such abandon!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Makes me wish I could just dance the night away.