So if you survive growing up on that,
there's one other poem from that first book
that I would like to read.
I feel that it's a poem that Woody Allen has
given a whole new life to.
Thanks to play it again Sam, which probably at least half
of you have seen so the whole plot of the movie Casablanca.
And the other half of you have seen the movie Casablanca
on The Late Late Show three or four times.
So that clues you into the whole picture.
This is really a 2nd World War poem,
and it's a poem of great nostalgia.
And it's called just Casablanca.
As years unwind, now reels unwind, gray springs out
of the hair, cheeks refill, and eyelids
lighten Bogie beautifully indifferent seduces a cigarette
and womankind.
Ingrid in perilous rain intensified by angle shots
is Juno fair and fair.
Where France falls and gates clang shut,
she faithfully misses the final train.
Now Vichy is dead, and Peter Lorre less cowardly,
and Green Street has gone with the parrot.
And I knew a boy with sandy hair could
do the dialogue all blurry.
Cigarette dangling, cheeks sucked hollow, hands
in his jacket pockets could do the dialogue
for drinks at any party.
Went down with his destroyer swallowed
in the other half of that real war.
The tough guy lately dead of cancer holds the girl
and then they kiss for the last time and time goes West,
and we come back to where we really are.