Place: A barge on the Seine.
Time: 1910.
While the stevedores work unloading the barge, Michele wonders if his wife Giorgetta is still faithful. She serves wine to the workers, and they dance to the music of an organ grinder. Frugola enters, looking for her husband. She shows everyone the fruits of her shopping in Paris and scolds the men for their drinking. Luigi laments his lot in life. He remembers with Giorgetta their old neighborhood. Michele refuses to take Luigi to Rouen. Luigi arranges a secret rendez-vous with his lover Giorgetta before leaving. Michele reminisces with Giorgetta of the days before their child died, how all three would fit under his cloak. He knows she is straying, but wants to win her back. Luigi, thinking that Michele's lit pipe is Giorgetta's signal, returns to the barge and is confronted by Michele. Michele forces Luigi to confess his affair, then kills him, hiding the body under his cloak. When Giorgetta returns, she opens wide the cloak, revealing her dead lover.
synopsis from wikipedia
SUPERNATURALLY CAUTIOUS
I entered Gothenburg's opera house
like a barge through the mist, like a barcarolle
from Puccini's Il Tabarro
The lights of humanity shone in the foyer
Supernaturally cautious, I wove my way
through the crowd to level 1
The cloakroom attendant
gave me a smile as graceful as a soft adagio
I was sorry I didn't have a cloak to hand over
The performance was splendid
it wasn't football, the working-man's ballet,
it was Swan Lake, Tchaikovsky!
At the finale, I slipped out into the night,
a barge laden with silk and happiness,
the evening performance in my hold
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Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki (Reader)
Reviewed on May 4, 2012
I love the metaphorical imaging in this one. Delightfully delicate,
pleasing to the thought-fields and quiet, in a mysterious way....
Ken, your hold is always fully laden with verbal silk and literary happiness... and you are our greatest import, bursting to share your treasures and trade out on the poetic high seas... That final stanza is one to die for... but so very, very you. Can just see that wide grin on your craggy face!! :)) LOL Koventgarden K xx
The poem is quite better than the opera, Kenny B! First class all the way with Dorian Gray...a tux and tie affair...why you're cultured Kenny, where are you to be found? Just smashing dear friend.
Your words are so very different than most of the poetry i read. You have a snazzy way of making the normal larger than life and your comincal characters remind me of a John Kleez type person heading to the opera and in his mind's eye everything is more colorful than they really are.
i love this about your poetry.
Keep them coming Kenny my man!
Love and peace!
Susan
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pleasing to the thought-fields and quiet, in a mysterious way....
This is exquisitely delightful! I truly enjoyed this kind of poetry. Very unique and entertaining!
Sandie Angel :o)
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i love this about your poetry.
Keep them coming Kenny my man!
Love and peace!
Susan