Callas
From poverty to superrich,
A Prima Donna - some say witch -
But what a voice that lady had.
Oh, she was Tosca, driven mad,
And she was Norma, Butterfly,
And many more who loved, to die.
She died alone, a broken heart:
Maria Callas lived for art.
(witch wasn't the word I originally wrote, but it wasn't permitted - witch in this
context means shrewish woman).
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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