Ipanema
A love poem to bossa nova

The clouds sprawl warmly stroll the romancing bay my crashing soul beguiled spending years astray
I don’t see your eyes in summer’s bittersweet sting sundown swaying my heart the wrong way
I can’t watch this radiance slip away so I take the spiced breeze, breathe the orange glow, into my chest take your eyes in mine to rest
Notes: Inspired by Antônio Carlos Jobim’s The Girl from Ipanema, performed Astrud Gilberto, João Gilberto and Stan Getz. One of the first songs signalling the emergence of Bossa Nova.
The song has been covered extensively over 7 decades, but I am partial to Amy Winehouse’s version.
Written for the July Summer Music Challenge where I wrote a poem or story about bossa nova for 31 days. See below for all entries including Terry Barr’s 8 brilliant memoirs about summer and music:






