Vivaldi Poems - Poems about Vivaldi

Seasoned Antonio Vivaldi the 'red' priest ...Read the rest...

The Red Priest preached his violin sermon, His baroque interpretation Of the seasons’ fickle whims. I listened closely to the soothing concerti And came to the conclusion That though we may have been passionate lovers, It’s just as sure we never...Read the rest...

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Vivaldi tunes in. violins play breathtakingly fast- Four seasons pass in one day...Read the rest...

Antonio Luccio Vivldi the free spirit from Italy A composer this Red headed Priest ever in 'season' prolificacy never to cease...Read the rest...

Priest Antonio Vivaldi of Venice wrote Farnace an opera piece It was Vatican barred for 300 years happily in 2022 we now will hear...Read the rest...

Vivaldi’s Violin The sound begins vague as a thought from perhaps a misted remembrance made more distant more soft in the surrounding sunset not trusting eyes only ears. I sit up and listen indeed stretch all...Read the rest...

Each season spans a quarter of a year cold winter days can bring pure white snow, Wintry sunshine makes snowflakes disappear but little children don’t want the snow to go! Spring breezes in, making the gardens bright fragrant freesias release...Read the rest...

uplift my heart dispel distress cast off despair begone music tingle my spine emotions ...Read the rest...

April tuned to Vivaldi's music, Pour porto into your glass with ease. Just open gas valve in the kitchen And breathe......Read the rest...

It’s a Vivaldi winter...snow as far as the eye can see, blankets the hardened from sub-zero and sleet. I hear the violins and cello’s, groaning out forlorn winter notes. Robins on a white roof are poufy with...Read the rest...

VIVALDI PHRASIS O faithful shepherd dispel my disquieting thoughts of love toward my shepherdess.Let harmonic inspiration of extravagant improvisation and invention flow from my lyre and piccolo as I withdraw and rest;just one night of sound of the goldfich and nightingale, instead of...Read the rest...