Vivaldi Poems - Poems about Vivaldi

Seasoned Antonio Vivaldi the 'red' priest ...

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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 were friends. Now all my wounds have been healed In a hardened lump of scar tissue, And I make no issue with ghosts...

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

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

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

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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 hearing as music surely music more than the wind’s whistling moves ever closer alerting me to a whole physical smiling through...

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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 their sweet smell, Many colorful flowers bring such delight I can almost hear the chime of each bluebell! Summer hopefully brings lots of...

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uplift my heart dispel distress cast off despair begone music tingle my spine emotions realign half dreaming ...dulcet ...

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

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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 feathers thick; bellies swollen in gratitude for my suet cakes. Like many, I cannot leave them cold and hungry....

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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 Spring,Summer,Autumn and Winter harmonized into one. From Vivaldi musical titles translated Listen to me read this phrasis on youtube under my...

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