Tosca Poems - Poems about Tosca

...Walls breathe insistent hunger, red as the inside of a split pomegranate, richer still where the tallow has melted, slick as the fat from a burnt offering. Scarpia does not eat. He savors—sou......

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... Born in New York of Italian descent- from childhood on- lasting still all these years, Deep in my soul live the sounds of lament- The drama of romance, fear, death, and tears. The power, ......

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...Given the many threats I have made against God, given my forgetfulness of God, given my sniveling prayers, given that Tosca, that saintly hussy who dwells in my head, given I have created her fr......

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...Sweet Soul Surrender She gazed beyond the windowsill where her oblivion stood an idol still Sweet surrender her soul to spill tired trying to escape her innermost ill Breath by brea......

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...When the warm day dies and the cool night begins, then I'll be there, beside you my love, feeling the heat of a beating heart, my arms wrapped round your empty shoulders as I whisper silent ......

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... Born in New York of Italian descent, From my childhood and beyond through the years, Deep in my soul live the sounds of lament— The drama of romance, fear, death and tears. The power, the......

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...Recondita Armonia It took an opera, a composer's life and beauty bursting forth with melody within him. Then from the scaffold, Mario the painter sees discovery of harmony upon cathedral walls......

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...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 die......

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...My Dog. Tosca is his name. He is always the same. Loving and true. By my side he will stay. Morning, noon and day. He licks my face. He wags his tail. Never does he fail. To comfort and ......

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