A furtive tear fell from her cheek,
As the stars shone brightly,
And I held her small and cold hand.
“Why must I love?” I was forced to weep;
“Return to Sorrento!” I begged that night,
But where, where are you gone, my sun?
Regulars will know of my love of opera, and today’s poem is a little fun around that. Each line references a different aria or Neapolitan song, except for the one that references two. If you like opera, have fun guessing and listening. If you don’t like opera, try listening to it – there may be something that you like. I hope there is. If not, gaze upon almost all of my favourite tenors (Except line four, which is a baritone aria). Because one of them is missing, here he is. I apologise for any misspelt Italian or Russian.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic