Three poems Opera For the opera tonight my heart is dressed in fitted black — a mournful and desirous type of gown that Callas would have worn, for music is untouchable, and stages are pandemic-dim, but I’m still so in love… I remember my first Met performance — twenty-one and tortured by the body language … Continue reading A night at the opera
Paint me, Debussy
By mid-morning the marine-layer lifts and I remember you wrote this in a parlor in Paris. With eighty-eight keys of cascading colors, you travel counter-clock across the Pacific to this beach where I ask you to paint me with impressionistic blue green violet. With lightest touch then tsunami, you smooth me out with fluid palms … Continue reading Paint me, Debussy
Lauretta’s Aria
Giacomo Puccini is one of the first names that comes to mind when we think of Italian opera, and for good reason, as he has composed some of the most memorable opera scores of all time. He is known as "the greatest composer of Italian opera since Verdi," with famous works like La bohème (1896), … Continue reading Lauretta’s Aria
If my verses had wings
https://youtu.be/_efFpZJ6_Jw My performance of "Si mes vers avaient des ailes" Si mes vers avaient des ailes Mes vers fuiraient, doux et frêles, Vers votre jardin si beau, Si mes vers avaient des ailes, Comme l’oiseau. Ils voleraient, étincelles, Vers votre foyer qui rit, Si mes vers avaient des ailes, Comme l’esprit. Près de vous, purs … Continue reading If my verses had wings
