Barcarolle should never be
sung - it should be played
on the piano, the way it
was done when I was seven
years old and we had our
first operetta – the dance
of the fairies in Princess
Roselyn – first dancing in
circles, moving forwards into
the centre, then backwards
again, one brother a gypsy,
dancing and drinking, the
other an elf in green, working
away, my sister and I wore
wide dresses to the King’s
ball - Barcarolle could
never be as wonderful
ever again…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unique and wonderful as always, margaret! Best wishes, Theo