poem on opera

An opera that exists
only as sketches
and dramatic enthusiasm
begging him to come and see me,
but I know that it is impossible for him.
He’s nothing but a sleepless night’s dream,
but I still hold out a burning hand
tears rolling down my cheeks—
I must see the man
that I have loved so much, and
perhaps the horror of the sight of him
will cure me of my despair.


Ji-ji, again ji-ji,
Mulan faces the door, weaving.
You can’t hear the sound of the loom’s shuttle,
You only hear Daughter’s sighs.
They ask Daughter who’s in her thought,
They ask Daughter who’s on her memory.
“No one is on Daughter’s thought,
No one is on Daughter’s memory.
Last night I saw the army notices,
The Khan is calling for a great force.
The army register is in twelve scrolls,
and every scrolls has Father’s name.

Ode to Mulan

Mulan’s costumes in the cantonese Opera by order of  appareance

An Anklung Opera in Bandung

A vanguard of boys enter the stage -
Frolicking, twirling and swaying -
A handsome dance, a youthsome age -
Dance, you nutters. Dance, you nutters.

A rainbow of nationalities in a moonlit arc
Stamping, clapping and chorusing
Crying out in agony, rising
In a whirl of crochetted colours

K-lung, k-lung, k-lung, k-lung
-“Join in, join in!”, enthused the clangers
Anglungs handed out, held by the crowd,
Fingers ready, not knowing how to twang.

The crowd
As usual, sitting down.
The children
Come round offering their hands,
Lead them on to the stage, now
A dance floor and so,
The party begins. Men and women
Of the night, in a dance battle
In a club -

Frolicking, twirling and swaying -
A rainbow of nationalities aroused -
Stamping, clapping and snapping
The time away.

The night is almost over,
The clock strikes the proverbial
Midnight hour, but the eyes had sparkled,
But the bodies had hustled.

Drunken men and women of the night
Fly out of the theatre in a stupor.
Wings of merriment lifted them high
Up tourist buses - sink down in
Old travelor chairs.

- Younrys, 7 May 2017

‘Through this piece, I wanted to portray the feeling of betrayal and being heartbroken, as that’s what was intended by the song and the poem it was based upon. I’ve always loved the work of Mozart because of his lively history and attributes a lot of composers at the time didn’t have. My interest of Opera began when I was very little as I would watch Diana Damrau in The Magic Flute.’ 

Emma Suitor 


Bloggers note 

As a fairly creative person myself I regularly come across many forms of art. However, an opera student the same age as me was something I hadn’t even thought about before. To begin with it was funny to me I had never recognised that opera singers don’t just wake up at 40 with amazing voices. I have now heard various songs by this artist and find the skill it takes outstanding. Thank you Emma!  

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It is a truism that Helen’s face launched a thousand ships, to say nothing of countless books, dramas, poems, paintings and operas. She is arguably the most notorious woman in Western culture. Yet she remains strangely faceless. Removed from the spotlight, she becomes unrecognizable, commonplace. Without her thousand ships, how would anyone pick her out in a crowd?
—  Robert Emmet Meagher, The Meaning of Helen: In Search of an Ancient Icon
Operas based on texts

In case anyone is interested, here are a number of books/plays/poems (excluding Shakespeare) that various operas are based on. A fair few of them are rather different to the opera but they’re nonetheless incredibly interesting to read:

Manon Lescaut - Prèvost (Manon Lescaut, Puccini, Manon, Massenet) 

Madame Chrysanthème - Loti (Madame Butterfly, Puccini

La Vie de Bohème - Murger (La Bohème, Puccini)

Thaïs - France (Thaïs, Massenet)

Carmen - Mérimée (Carmen, Bizet)

War and Peace - Tolstoy (War and Peace, Prokofiev) 

Le Mariage de Loti - Loti (Lakmé, Delibes)

The Sorrows of Young Werther - Goethe (Werther, Massenet)

Faust - Goethe (Faust, Gounod, La damnation de Faust, Berlioz, Mefistofele, Boito)

The Bride of Lammermoor - Scott (Lucia di Lammermoor, Donizetti)

Yevgeny Onegin - Pushkin (Eugene Onegin, Tchaikovsky)

Boris Godunov - Pushkin (Boris Godunov, Mussorgsky)

La dame aux camélias - Dumas (La Traviata, Verdi)

Happy reading! 

Following spree!

I like so many things I’ll list just a few but if you think your blog is one I’d like please reblog!

-doctor who
-les mis
-LOTR/the hobbit
-funny things
-Andrew Garfield
-attractive men *eyebrow wriggle*
-anything really

Long let me inhale, deeply,
the odor of your hair,
into it plunge the whole of my face,
like a thirsty man
into the water of a spring,
and wave it in my fingers
like a scented handkerchief,
to shake memories into the air.
If you could know all that I see!
all that I feel!
all that I hear in your hair!
My soul floats upon perfumes
as the souls of other men
float upon music.
Your hair contains an entire dream,
full of sails and masts;
it contains vast seas
whose soft monsoons
bear me to delightful climates
where space is deeper and bluer,
where the atmosphere
is perfumed with fruit,
with foliage and with human skin.
In the ocean of your hair
I see brief visions
of a port resounding with
melancholy songs,
of vigorous men of all nations
and ships of all shapes
outlining their fine and complicated
against an immense sky
where eternal heat
languidly quivers…
In the glowing fire-grate of your hair
I inhale the odor of tobacco
mingled with opium and sugar;
in the night of your hair
I see the infinity
of tropical azure resplendent;
on the downed banks of your hair
I inebriate myself with
the mingled odors of tar,
of musk and of coconut oil.
Long let me bite your heavy,
black tresses… it seems to me
that I am eating memories.
—  Translation from Baudelaire’s erotic poem,
“Un hémisphère dans une chevelure,” from Peter Sellars’ libretto for “Doctor Atomic”

Okay! So my friend made this really cool poem about the newest episode. I hope you guys like it!!

“The deal has been made and done
There is no use trying to hide or run
You might as well give up, i’ve already won.

Watch me now as I stab and strain,
Slowly crushing your mortal viens
You can’t do much from the dream plane
Its ok, I LOVE the pain.

Its to easy to fool your twin
You shoud not have shook hands, this could not have been.
So now I am in human skin….
Sit down. The shows about to begain.”