This is for the birthday of a long forgotten opera singer: Nanina Gottlieb. She sang in Mozart's Marriage of Figaro at the age of twelve. At seventeen, she sang the heroine of his final opera, "The Magic Flute." She was one of the visitors to Mozart's sick bed, and may have been one of the 3 mysterious veiled women who attended his brief funeral on the steps of St. Stephen's Cathedral. She never married.
A child whispered secrets to me,
A girl child who shivered
At the the ecstatic touch
Of his creation.
These violets and yellow birds
Are for her,
This delirious budding spring.
She told me all -
How, awakened by God's beloved,
She learned E Minor,
How, by the Flute's sweet might,
She walked with her dead Prince
Through Fire and Water
And seventy years - alone.
Through her brown eyes I saw
The Nightmare Queen
Suck a beating heart
Straight through living flesh,
And greedily lap,
Along with his blood,
Music which would have
Enchanted Forever.
In her honor, I offer this,
And bow before Beyond
Beyond whose raven gate
Pamina still sings.
How beautiful, and beautiful of you to immortalize those, beside his wife who truly loved Mozart, the man. May his music continue to live on. May her memory continue to be revived...
Her soul lives on in this beautiful work that grips the imagination and your intro is almost as lovely as the poetry itself...thank you for sharing such history of music and romance.
Juliet,
This is exquisite, simply exquisite, the superior descriptors and a deep understanding of the subject matter, the details delivered so lightly without a hint of preach or labour, and the concluding stanza so perfectly appropriate. Kudos!
John
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
Regis
Edwin
Be always safe,
Karen
hugs
fee
knowledge and heart that I almost sense the presence of
of the great Amadeus. -gene
This is exquisite, simply exquisite, the superior descriptors and a deep understanding of the subject matter, the details delivered so lightly without a hint of preach or labour, and the concluding stanza so perfectly appropriate. Kudos!
John