Liza Sud


In The Theater Of Bayreuth - Poem by Liza Sud

Then we met at the opera house,
In the theater of Bayreuth.
I was singing and playing the piano,
You were costume designer in fedora.

We were working with red-haired Wagner.
(Although at that time his hair was gray) .
He united us, and we were happy,
That we under his blessing remained!

Topic(s) of this poem: theatre


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 29, 2015



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