“Casta diva” – Vincenzo Bellini
“Fire, Full Moon“ (1933)
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a few nights ago the moon was full,
I’d gone up to the roof, one floor up
from my apartment, to the deck there,
complete with pool, barbecue area,
lounge chairs, there was no one, just
me, it was one o’clock in the morning,
my witching hour
I’ve been going there, lately, the air
is fresh, crisp, it’s quiet, I can relax
there after a day of whatever
a perfect chair looks out onto the
entire city, the bay in the distance,
the harboured ships, Vancouver
Island even further during the day
I looked at the moon, it stared
nakedly back at me like a spotlight,
but clouds got in the way, bubbling,
boiling peremptorily westwards
before her, clouds on a mission
she monitored their march
imperviously, imperially, implacably,
like a goddess
I slunk beneath her gaze, stretched,
surrendered, slipped into lunar
things, love, loves, truth, beauty,
purpose, meaning, memories
through much of it, I closed my eyes,
aware always she was watching me,
but wrapped in my own transcendental
reveries
when I returned, I stretched again,
listened for the words, the notes,
of “Casta diva”, Bellini‘s anthem
to the moon
Norma is a Druid princess, she is
the priestess of the moon, near the
beginning of the opera she makes
her pitch, it’s her introduction, her
first aria, a cavatina, well done it is
unforgettable
chaste goddess, she sings, casta
diva, who casts silver light upon
these sacred trees, turn thy lovely
face upon us, unclouded and
unveiled
restrain, o goddess, these zealous
spirits, I prayed, shed upon earth
that peace that reigns in heaven
but I couldn’t get the notes right,
kept slipping into other arias,
though I brought to it my entire
attention, I was, only modestly,
therefore, there, Norma, also only
softly
later I found signature
performances on the Internet,
Joan Sutherland, a classic,
Renée Fleming in a superb
concert performance
shed upon earth that peace that
reigns in heaven, they also cry,
pray
Richard
psst: a cavatina is a short aria