on listening to her sing Debussy's BEAU SOIR
Her face, her voice in repose
show somehow little glimmer
an orchid of shadow
but you know
its only when the song or scene begins to be lifted high
shell always make you cry though you never intend to
She will arise in a peach spun resonance
In an unmistakable glow, an aureole to show such radiance as
To dazzle the sun, such aliveness in crescendo, decrescendo
a voice like meteor showers gleaming beyond all this seeming
over all that’s evening and elegance forestalled
firefly at first
and then a burst of helios the music intensified
beyond all human reply we could be capable of
indisputable and rare, at times oracular
at least, sapphire splendid
Oh everyone can see then
What she means to be then and to share
beyond the sail the curve of Song
To just go on and on
Forever Barbra
fair as the moon
and every measure made
of all the prayers she prayed
and every tune
for each of us always
from her heart
resplendent in her Art.
rainbow, dove crooning above the Ark
subsiding like a wave
Into a subtler shade
while the Song is saved,
and we, by such brightness sustained
depart, sadly
but humming to ourselves and
more than a little dazed, reechoing the stars.
mary angela douglas 3 november 2023
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