“An aria is a weather event” (an excerpt)
Weather Event: Leontyne Price, a life in verse is a biography of the legendary African American soprano who turned ninety-one in February. The collection details her childhood in Mississippi during Jim Crow, her early studies at the famed Juilliard School, and features the voices of some of her lifelong champions and collaborators such as composer Samuel Barber, conductor Herbert von Karajan, and soprano Grace Bumbry. The protégée of the great Marian Anderson, the first African American to sing at the Metropolitan Opera House, Price is considered one of the most revered sopranos of the twentieth century.
Spin
America,
I couldn’t have sounded like this
anywhere else
Grooves cut down to bone
A terror
A reprieve
I constitute an order
through sound men imagine
but could never make
What you hear
is an other matter yes
technique as ladder
but already the summit
of my sound
Salome
with soprano Ljuba Welitsch
The Metropolitan Opera House, 1949
Her seduction reaches standing room
Nothing lost in the velocity of her tide
& I want to do that but
like this
I will undress them
Note
An aria is a weather event
My voice both creates the conditions
& withstands
its forces
Samuel Barber
I’ve never been to Laurel
& likely never will
I only know Leontyne
& the scythe of her sound
Have you heard her
Even on radio
her decibels my god!
Mississippi banned her Tosca
1955 not long ago
& such crimes continue
But she is their Movement
a credit to Negroes everywhere
a diplomat to the whole
white world
My muse my
Cleopatra
~
Men like me wish
we had her sound
the clearing it makes
to be whole
or eunuch
unhidden
possessed by sound that began before a mother
made it
hanging laundry
even before then
before the cushion of amniotic fluid
the congregation of a girl raptured by sound
she too would make
for men who scratch out notes
first
to build a throat & then
to hold its breath
when this soprano sings
~
a singular steel
whose modesty belies
its range
such surefooted mettle
such joy
in its atomic number
its silvery gray
Porgy and Bess
1952 tour
Catfish Row is home for now
Halfway right about the Negro situation
& every night I play midwife until it bears
more of a family resemblance
It’s all we’ve got & not
all bad
But easy?
Never easy
Raced
other people’s problems
token. black.
achievement has no color
that space given to me
by my country
the Man Upstairs
I don’t mean en couleur
it was broader than that
always was
now get on with it