Maria Callas In Paris Poem by Diana Thoresen

Maria Callas In Paris



the diamond collarette
is still dripping with
norma, violetta, tosca

indelible cat eyes
linger over yet
another beautiful

death on stage
a shining hour
where lucia's madness

rises out of the seine
like a crimson
revenant

or last season's
excellent rossini
it's a sunny

spring day in paris
by the bedside
there is still

a harp cadenza
inside the pearls
and the chestnut

trees still sparkle
with vocalized trills
azazel averts his

raven gaze:
let an empty theater
remain a perennial

pine-brittle accusation

Maria Callas In Paris
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired by Franco Zeffirelli's Callas Forever. Lucia di Lammermoor-like La sonnambula-had become associated with light-voiced sopranos, so when Callas took on the title role in the early 1950s she proved revelatory with her combination of visceral power, technical refinement and interpretative insight. In 1955, she and the La Scala company visited Berlin to perform Lucia and the result was what the Germans call a ‘Sternstunde'-a shining hour. It brought her together with another musical titan, Herbert von Karajan, and the results were phenomenal, the more so for a cast that also included the tenor Giuseppe di Stefano, the baritone Rolando Panerai and the bass Nicola Zaccaria.
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