South Pacific Poem by gershon hepner

South Pacific



Timelessly I waste, awaiting
something that is less specific
than the joys of South Pacific
that cause me highly aggravating
feelings of great disenchantment
every evening, every nighttime,
fearing there won't be a right time
for more loving. No commandment
forces you to wash me back in
your hair now you have washed me out.
Like Kansas corn when there's a drought
I wilt, and bear without a grin
that dreams I'm dreaming never will
occur, so I can never fill
my sails towards the South Pacific.

Envoi
Yet there's some solace that may hinder
the sellout by all lovelorn bears,
for Becca, putting on her ayres,
makes me more bullish, as does Linda.

Inspired by a magnificent performance of Rogers and Hammerstein's South Pacific at the Vivian Beaumont Theater. Directed by Bartlett Sher and starring Kelli O'Hara and Paulo Szot, one of the most impressive members of the cast was Becca Ayres, who reminded me of a lovely ex-employee of mine, Evrita Ferreri. I had the pleasure of meeting her after the show, recalling how I had met the Queen of the Night after a concert performance of Mozart arias and other incidental music in Vienna last July. But Becca was lovelier than the Queen of the Night.

11/19/08

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