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Poem: Listening to Miss Peggy Lee


When Peggy Lee recorded “The Folks Who Live on the Hill” in 1957, the song — with music by Jerome Kern and words by Oscar Hammerstein II — was already 20 years old. Arranged by Nelson Riddle, conducted by Frank Sinatra, the recording became a Lee classic. I saw her perform it on The Perry Como Show, broadcast weekly by the BBC in the days when there were only two TV channels. On the surface, Lee and Riddle turned the song into a reassuring vision of the white-picket-fence America of the Eisenhower era. I heard that, too, but I found myself, young as I was then, responding to something deeper, more ambiguous, containing both optimism for adulthood and a hint of anxieties to come. The poet Roy Kelly seems to have experienced a similar reaction. Roy writes for The Bridge, the Bob Dylan magazine; his long piece on the ‘Mondo Scripto’ exhibition is in the next issue. His book Bob Dylan Dream: My Life with Bob was published in 2015. I’m grateful for his permission to publish this new poem, and I hope you like it as much as I do. RW





By Roy Kelly


The song I heard as a child

and ever since, beautiful Fifties America

art song, popular and commonplace

in anyone’s Sunday kitchen,

coming out of radios as if it never

could end, that time, that childhood.

An arranged figure lifting

and repeating, horns and strings

in melancholy grandeur;

not the tune but inextricable

precursor to its unfolding,

to the appearance of her voice,

small and clear, steadfast, intimate,


close as a whisper rising into

the narrative of melody,

the story of a union to come,

Darby and Joan who used to be

Jack and Jill, woven and layered

in the resonance of words and music,

the grief at the core of happiness,

tears in the heart of all things,

so that for years I never hear it

but my eyes brim, my throat swells to closing.

Genius art song of Fifties America

informing me of a life that might have been

and the future I have now,


the family I am blessed with now,

in a story we need to tell each other

of how it is loving and being loved,

as she loved and was loved, wishing

on a world that lives in songs,

memory and imagination a focused vision,

childhood and old age meeting

in her voice, her eternal clarity,

the unison that moved me to tears

and will again though I forget she is dead,

the uplifting splendour of the everyday

coming alive on anyone’s radio

as if these moments never will end.

11 Comments Post a comment
  1. rob #

    Who knows where or when?

    December 11, 2018
  2. Love this song. Love this poem. Now I will find Peggy Lee’s version on YouTube and listen myself… Thank you for sharing!

    December 11, 2018
  3. Thanks for sharing the poem, Richard. I’ve always loved this song, too, since hearing it regularly in my childhood in late 50s/early 60s Northampton. And yes, it was never reassuring for me, or merely about nostalgia, but tinged with a quietly melancholy anxiety – something Terence Davies picked up on to brilliant effect when he included it in the soundtrack of Of Time and the City.

    December 11, 2018
  4. WKB #

    File alongside “One for my Baby”, as the greatest orchestration of an American popular song. “Love Story” by Randy Newman, moves me in a similar way, as I approach my checkers board years.

    December 12, 2018
  5. Lovely, both song and poem. A couple of questions, if I may: Any idea why she changes the ‘Darby & Joan’ line? Also, is it really true that Sinatra was the conductor?

    December 12, 2018
    • 1. I think it’s a good change. “Darby and Joan” was an English coinage, originating in the 18th century. It must have had some currency in the USA, otherwise Hammerstein wouldn’t have used it. But “Baby and Joe” sounds more like suburban 1950s America to me.
      2. That’s the credit on the original front cover of the album (The Man I Love) from which the track comes, and there’s a line drawing of them together in the studio on the back — Peggy singing, Frank conducting. He was serious enough about music not to have wanted a spurious credit. He also conducted an album of some Alec Wilder pieces in 1946 and another LP called Tone Poems of Colour in 1956, featuring pieces by various composers, including Wilder, Riddle and Gordon Jenkins. Here’s Peggy, reminiscing about the album in Peter J. Levinson’s excellent biography of Riddle: “Frank is an excellent conductor and, I’d say, more sensitive to a singer than most.” And from the same book, here’s Lou Levy, who played piano on the date: “The Man I Love was a lovely project. Frank was very easy to follow, Nelson did a great job, and Peggy sounded wonderful.” So I guess he did.

      December 12, 2018
  6. Maureen Hanscomb #

    Rob -this one might possibly Come to the Island with me. A really lovely and evocative poem. Thank you xx Maureen

    December 12, 2018
  7. Brilliant. Roy Kelly is hugely underrated. A collection of his Dylan stuff would go straight into the Top 5 of best Dylan books (your own tome being in there too of course). And this poem is terrific. I went straight to the music and shed a tear too.

    December 12, 2018
  8. Richard Leigh #

    Maybe I’ve got it wrong, but I always took Randy Newman’s “Love Story” (on his first LP) to be a parody of The Folks etc”.

    December 12, 2018
  9. Jeffrey Farrell #

    Just Yes!

    December 12, 2018

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